Off with his head!

Happy new year everybody.

Last night I realized that not only do I hate to lose a game (not The Game, which I've just lost), but the feeling comes much more bitter if it's against someone way better than me. I swear it's not gibberish.

I was playing Tranca, some sort of Canasta/Buraco crossover. It feels like Buraco with steroids. Anyway, it's a game of memorizing, just like buraco, only several times faster. And I got pwned.

I played with my girlfriend's cousins, who have played the damn game their entire lives in casinos and championships. It felt awful. The interesting thing about it is that I also played Buraco with some kids there, and lost too. But it didn't feel so violent.

(before you start thinking that I'm an awful player, let it be noticed that I did win most of the games I played. None of them was Tranca, though.)

I guess I'm just not ready to deal with my own incompetence. Maybe it's just pride, or my ego was scratched, but the bottom line is: if it gets to me so much, then I may be in need of some acceptance lessons, or i'll never get my thesis written.

Note: the Wikipedia pages linked above are terrible. Don't take the games as they are explained there. Maybe I'll make some adjustments to them later.