Boastful Bocce Bowler Beaten Badly

Ok, so the alliteration might be a bit too cutesy, but I wanted to see if I could do it.  

Yesterday evening I joined BFF and a bunch of her friends for a bocce ball birthday celebration.  As I mentioned, I love playing bocce because it’s one of the “sports” that I’m actually good at.  I spent quite a lot of time in the days leading up to Sunday evening bragging about how great I was at bocce.  I even went so far as to say that BFF’s boyfriend should join my team if he wanted to win.  Man, what was I thinking? 

The last two times I’ve played bocce, I HAVE one.  By a lot.  I told myself I was a bocce expert, and that anyone who came up against me should quake in their boots.  

Not so last night.  At all.  I failed miserably.  I did have a few moments where my throw won the round for my team, but those were few and far between.  

Even though I had a good time with everyone as we played, the competitive side of me was pissed that I wasn’t playing better.  Or that my team was a losing.  I can’t help myself, competition makes things more interesting for me. I love winning, or at least knowing that I’m doing my best at whatever I attempt.  

This did teach me a little lesson – don’t brag about my bocce abilities unless I’m pretty sure I can live up to the hype.