When I lived with my sister in Arizona for a couple months in 2009 her 8-year-old son (my nephew) was always asking me to play Monopoly with him. Every night. He loved playing with me. I found the game a little boring. But it was fun to hang out with my nephew. So I’d go along with it. And I always let him win. Let him get Park Place and Broadway and crush me. Because he got so much pleasure out of winning. And I figured it was good to build his confidence.
But then one night, for the hell of it, I played to win. I got Park Place and Broadway. And I crushed him. And he started crying and crying. He was really upset. So I always let him win after that.
Then one day he asked me to play computer games with him. I had never played computer games before. But I figured why not? Sounded like fun. It was this race car game. And he absolutely crushed me. He was a computer game master. And he would force my car off the road and lap me by like a hundred miles. He had no mercy. He humiliated me. He was laughing about how pathetic I was at computer games. It was embarrassing.
If we ever play Monopoly again the gloves are off. I’ll crush him.