COMMENT
We were never the most competitive family growing up, my father preferring camping trips to basketball camps, watching rugby with us on the couch rather than from the sidelines, and a fishing rod to a hockey stick.
With two brothers, there was sometimes moments of fleeting competition, Nintendo controller in hand and Mario over the finish line for the win. It was never me, my younger brother's prowess at Nintendo among other sporting endeavours clearly on display.
And so now I have become a father, it has been an opportunity to become more competitive, to help drive those sporting aspirations and redeem the losses of yesteryear by completely and utterly destroying my daughters on the sports fields and board games of today.
Until now, because I have been served and left wanting. First, it was chess. How hard could it be to beat an 11-year-old who has been taught by her friend?