And the winner is...

ME! So I'd be lying if I said I was not a competitive person. The truth is, I hate to lose. I especially hate losing to my husband. I contribute my competitive nature to my father and brother - we are all very competitive. We've always been a "board game" family and played lots of games growing up. (And luckily, Mr. Cob's family is a big "game" family too so when the whole group of us gets together, we tend to play games - its fabulous.) According to my parents, when I joined my first swim team at the age of 5, I was so determined to win - I had that drive and spark in my eye when I started a race. I wasn't just doing it for fun. No, not at all. I was doing it to win the blue ribbon. This competitive nature continued to my brief stint playing soccer (which didn't last long because I never quite understood why I couldn't just hang out by the opposing team's goal and wait for the ball to come back my way and then score...the whole "off sides" concept eluded me). And my competitiveness eventually spread out into most aspects of my life, be it swimming (my sport of choice growing up), scrabble, Texas-hold em with the fam, and even bowling. Yes, bowling. Dad was a bowler in his days growing up in Connecticut and he taught me and B how to bowl when we were little. I've always prided myself on having good bowling form - you start at one of the little dots, hold the ball in front of you, slowly walk up to the line, pick your arrow to aim for and most importantly FOLLOW THROUGH...never forget the follow through or your game will go to pot.



Well wouldn't you know that Mr. Cob is also a bowler. (If it hasn't yet become abundantly clear that we are both huge nerds, it should be clear now. It's ok, I've come to terms with my dorkiness - I believe that at some point being a dork does become "cool"...at least that's what I'm telling myself). And by bowler, I mean Mr. Cob has been in leagues, he has his own shoes, and he has his own ball - with finger tips! Well for our first Valentines Day, Mr. Cob gave me my very first pair of bowling shoes - they are pink...I love them. And then the next Christmas my mom gave all the kids their own bowling balls - mine is neon green and kind of looks like a planet. So, it's now safe to say I'm "officially" a bowler too (however, I've never been in a league). Well, Mr. Cob and I haven't been bowling in a while due to a thumb injury Mr. Cob incurred playing soccer. But yesterday after dinner we were wasting time before his soccer game and traffic was horrible, so I decided that we would make an impromptu stop at Fun Time Bowl! Alas, we didn't have our own shoes or balls, but I have to admit I kind of like renting the shoes and hunting for the "perfect" bowling ball. (Though I now realize the perfect ball is the one I own. Having the finger holes drilled to fit your hand really does make a difference.) We only had time to play 2 games, but I won them both!!!! They weren't fantastic games or high scorers, but that's ok.

It's ok because I beat Mr. Cob at bowling - which is, lets be honest, a rare feat!



There was a ladies bowling league going on while we played and the little gray haired ladies were so cute - but they were good too! Mr. Cob and I are seriously considering joining a bowling league but we need to find another couple - any takers???? Bowling is something you can do your whole life and I just picture me and hubbie bowling when we're old, wrinkly and grey...both still very competitive with each other. Some things, I think, will never change. I love the afterglow of winning! (Though I have to admit, I did lose every game during our game night last Friday. I was up the entire scrabble game and then just threw it away. He won by 2 points - 2 measly points. Then he beat me at Yahtzee - 2 games to 1. The dice just weren't rolling my way. And finally, I couldn't even pull out the victory at Carcasson...he had two farmers in the farm which beat my one. It was a clean sweep. So I needed this bowling win to redeem my pride - and it's redeemed..at least until our next match up!)