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Sibling rivalry

This article was published on November 7, 2018 and may be out of date. To maintain our historical record, The Cascade does not update or remove outdated articles.

Growing up, I didn’t play many sports. My parents tried to enroll me in a variety of them — baseball, soccer, diving — but they never took. I was never motivated enough to compete. Perhaps it was because I’m not very confident in my hand-eye coordination. Or maybe it’s some aspect of self-esteem. Or perhaps it was simply because catching a ball flying at your face is hard, and ducking seems just as sensible as sticking your hand in front of your face to catch the soaring sphere. Then I met my brother-in-law. He is tall, blond, amicable, and very competitive. Whether it’s a lawn game, or a friendly round of Yahtzee (which I lost at three times in a row one Christmas), he gets really into it. That’s when the elbows started flying (figuratively only, of course). That’s when I found my chutzpah. That’s when I discovered it wasn’t about being competitive or not, it was about what I was competing for: bragging rights at family dinner.

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