I win

I never win anything.

Except for in Madden Football, a game which I have played for over a dozen years.

50-50 raffles? Forget about it.

Every time I hear a number called, I hope that whoever is called isn’t there so they can do a recall.

Am I a poor sport? Probably. In fact, yes I am a sore loser.

But that’s only because everyone wants to win.

Last Friday was a weird day. Little did I know that it was a day of victory.

I gallivanted to the Firehouse with Mark for a firehouse burger prepared by our local volunteer Fire Department.

They had fish sandwiches too, but let’s be honest. If you put a mouth watering beef burger and a fish sandwich in front of me, you know I’m going turf over surf,

Not only did I get a burger. I doubled that bad boy.

That was the best burger I had in a while. It was so tasty, I decided to follow it with a single burger covered in baked beans.

That was a winning moment. But anyone who was at that particular feed was a winner.

Fast forward to later just after noon.

I was supposed to be at the Ag-Day exhibit interviewing a few folks for the Grapevine portion of our paper, but ADD is a gift and a curse.

To me, there is nothing like a Freebie.

I survived my collegiate career on free food and free t-shirts.

So when I saw all of the goodies, which included a color changing cup compliments of Youth Dynamics, it’s an understatement to say I was a little distracted.

I scored a fly-swatter and other little things advertising various companies throughout the area.

Then I entered a few raffles.

Knowing that I never win a raffle other than at the annual Malta Walleyes Unlimited Banquet (on a good year), I entered knowing I wouldn’t win anything.

Though If you saw me at the Triangle Communications table I came across as really confident that I would win the Amazon Kindle Fire HDX they raffled that day.

Aimlessly bumbling around at the various tables for people to interview, I heard the announcer say “And the Amazon Kindle Fire goes to....”

Before they said the winner, I rose my hand in victory and said, “That’s mine.”

The next words would make me want to jump around like a middle school girl at a Justin Beiber concert.... “Pierre Bibbs.”

I lost it. So happy that I won I had no idea where I had to go to pick up my prize.

Sweet. Victory.