I play to win. It is a little-known fact about me, but when I genuinely put all my effort into something my competitive side takes over and I want to dominate. That’s probably why I’ve never really liked sports and my family is leery to play cards with me.
In sports my 5-foot-2-inch, 100-something frame hardly stands a chance against “normal” sized people and my lack of athletic ability eliminates any slight chance I may have had. As for playing cards with my family, let’s just say I’m convinced my mom always wears long sleeves for a reason and I don’t like it.
So anyway, I turn my aggression into board games and the stupid, but oddly exciting games you play on retreats. Those games are my Super Bowl. Forget the World Cup, I want to be the last one “alive” in Mafia, the first one to figure out who did it in Clue, and to run out of cards first in Presidents.
Don’t even get me started if there are prizes involved. There are few things I hate more than when someone wins repeatedly. I can be happy for you if you win that series of One Tree Hill, but if that same night you also take home the ultimate gift basket I won’t be happy.
This weekend I participated in Magis at Midnight. I played hard and I probably exerted more physical activity than I have all summer, but ultimately I lost. It didn’t matter how many tickets I got, my name wasn’t called. But here’s the ironic part, I still had an amazing time.
I’m a little salty that I didn’t take home the $500 bookstore gift card or the four tickets to Wicked, but I can be content with my $10 Tommy’s gift card. (I’ve never been there, and I’ve heard mixed reviews, but I’m hoping it’ll be good.)
In the end I figure that the winners may take home the digital camera today, but years from now I’ll win the lottery and the all expense paid trip to Tahiti. Life is a big game, and I’m playing to win.
So you’ve just read my very first column, and all you know about me is that I hate to lose. Well you should also know that I’m sarcastic, sweet and I love desserts–they count as a meal in my book.
Also, I had a very difficult time naming this column. Besides asking the other editors and texting recent Carroll News alums, I also set my Facebook status, asking for ideas.
Suggestions included “Sheridan’s smackdown,” “Sheridan shares,” “K.S. not B.S.,” “You’re wrong, I’m Sheridan,” “I’m wrong because I’m not Rafferty,” “Short, shorter, Sheridan,” “Sheridan the good Samaritan” and several others. But eventually I came up with “Sher it like it is.”
Most people who know me well are aware that I’ll share (or “sher”) something the way I see it. I hope you enjoy it.