The Wilbourn's are known for being extremely stubborn, competitive, obnoxious and sore losers. Example, my mom refuses to be on my team during any game because she says I stress her out and tells everyone, "Megan spells fun W-I-N." Let's be real, who enjoys losing?
I come by my competitive nature honestly. This level of unhealthy competitiveness comes straight from my dad. During family games of Monopoly my dad would always say "cha-ching" EVERY time he got money and my sister would freak out and threaten to never play with him again if he kept saying it and when he would beat us she would tell him he was supposed to let kids win at least sometimes and then pout the rest of the night. When I was around 7, my dad taught me to play checkers. He was awesome at playing. Except for the fact he had a chant every time he got a king. "Here he comes to save the daaaaayyyyyy, mighty dad is on his waaayyyy." Every. Time. I could feel fury rising every time that happened, even at such a young age. He never let me win in checkers. Most people would let a small child win, not in this family. I remember the first time I beat him. I did the same chant to him and he was furious. He tried to act like it didn't bother him, but I vowed never to beat him in checkers again. I was actually a little scared. (If anyone wants to take me on, I'm undefeated and that also applies to foos-ball. Just sayin'). Another time growing up, I think I was around 7, I told my dad I could beat him in a race. We debated as he was telling me that I couldn't beat him. So, he did what any reasonable parent would do, he suggested we take it outside and race. He beat me. And rubbed it in. A grown man beat his daughter in a race in the backyard and then boasted about it! Don't even get me started on the time my dad and uncles were playing horseshoes in the backyard and my dad was so focused on winning that he didn't even notice his own nephew running around and totally hit little Michael in the head and had to be sent to the emergency room (my dad won the game).
My sister and I are the same, we get really pissed if we lose or if we are wrong. Which is rare, of course. I don't know why I didn't assume my cousin would be the same exact way, until I made the mistake of playing Words With Friends with him. We played a few games, which I'm 90% positive he was cheating the majority of the game, and didn't hold back on obnoxiously texting me about the awesome words he just played, but I still came out victorious in the end. Then he didn't ever accept my invite to a new game. I was really confused as to why he wasn't playing me anymore and he wasn't responding to any of my text messages. Was he OK? Should I be worried? Definitely not, considering he went to my sister and her husband and proceeded to tell them that he won't play with me anymore because "I cheat" and I "hoard my S's until the end of the game." Things really haven't been the same since then.
The scary thing is that my niece, who is 3, has definitely inherited the Wilbourn competitiveness gene. The other night she was told she lost the quiet game and had a full blown crying, screaming meltdown and told my sister they had to play again. Only to tell her she lost when she started reading her bedtime story.
My competitiveness has always been a problem. During middle school Olympics, my best friend and I were on different countries, my country happened to win and my friend was pretty much in hysterics. Of course I didn't take the high road, I was as obnoxious as ever. And that led to us getting in a "slap-fight." I'm pretty sure middle school Olympics should never be that serious. I forewarn people how competitive I am, but because everyone believes they are competitive, the severity is never understood. It's something you have to witness, and I try not to put myself in those situations unless I'm past the point of making a good impression. I've made mistakes of playing games on dates or watching sporting events and I've definitely thrown air hockey paddles out of frustration and gotten a little too aggressive in friendly games of Dave & Buster's basketball (which I don't even play, ever). Needless to say, I never heard back from those guys... so weird.
So, any one up for a friendly game of checkers? Foos Ball? Spades? Catch Phrase?
