After the jumping up and down, fist bumping and squealing in delight, there comes that awkward moment of looking your losing opponent in their tear filled eyes. The poor heartbroken things are the same jerks that have been treating us like dirt literally for years. Wouldn’t a good fat lip go great with those tears? At the very least, they need their noses rubbed in it, right? One good snarky remark? Aww, come on, you’re not saying we should be … Continue reading “Winning Graciously”