Lets face it; we are competitive beings. From your first game of row-shame-bow, paper-rock-scissors (and bomb for your real competitive folk) and other relaxing sports such as 2 pitch.

This weekend was the first time back to competitive sport in a long time for me. And what better way to get my temper flaring than 2 pitch. Yes, that’s right, 2 pitch: the only sport where un-athletic people are almost on par with the athletic folk. The only sport where the un-fit can rule the day; it’s a great game.

Now, in all the commotion of drinking beer, having social time, drinking beer, mocking your friends when they drop the ball and trying to hit home rooms; there is this underlying sense of competition that brings us right back to our rock-paper-scissor glory days.

The older I get, the more I notice that my sense of competition has not dwindled and if anything, is still dwelling quite significantly in me. The question I now ask is “how competitive?”

Am I so competitive that I would be willing to bench those in a charity tournament in order to have one more “decent” player out in the field?

The competitive side says “hell yah” but when you look the situation from a far – the tournament isn’t a big deal, we are all friends, this is a social event and we couldn’t win even if there were 10 of me (which wouldn’t give us an advantage by any means).

When does competition become a bad thing? Was it ever a good thing? Some people have said “it becomes bad when people get hurt either physically or emotionally” which I don’t agree with because I have been on the losing side before (alright, most of the time) and it hurts.

I think it’s safe to say that when ever you get any type of match-up in any sport, no matter how “casual” it is, there will always be that underlining sense of competition.