I'm just not that competitive...

Okay, maybe I am. Last night Darrel and I decided that we wouldn't turn on the TV and he wouldn't work on homework, but we would play a game together. Since I have been sickeningly addicted to Ticket to Ride, we decided to play Scrabble. I always thought I wasn't very competitive because I can't edge my way to kick the soccer ball when others are fighting for it. When I was 6, the ocach had to tell me to stop picking the flowers and go after the ball. Turns out I am plenty competitive, just not physically aggressive. I love trying to out-wit and out-smart my competitor across the table. My brother recently taught me that I should work a little trash talk into my game. Of course, the trash talk slows down when the table turns. Last night, Darrel won.