Confessions of a Poor Sport
Hello. My name is Justin and I'm a spoil sport. I gloat when I win and I whine when I lose. I hate this about myself. My wife hates it. My family hates it. No one will play games with me because of my attitude, which stinks, because I love games. But, the truth is, I'm not sure I can help being a poor sport. How did I get to be like this? I'm the oldest of four, but in many ways I don't feel like it. I was picked on mercilessly in grade school and middle school. My siblings were not.. I attempted to find an identity in sports but found I wasn't very good. I had a few big hits in baseball, but scored a total of four points in seven seasons of basketball. I played a season of football and got on the field for a total of seven plays. Meanwhile, my younger brothers had a modicum of success in sports. It seemed I had to work for everything and still came up short. I decided then to follow in my father's footsteps and turn to music. I tried the drums but it wa