Circa 1995, I knew a young lady who had a problem in that she was waaaaay too competitive. She knew it. I knew it. Her family knew it. The dozen or so broken putters from various miniature golf courses around the southeast knew it. I would sometimes purposefully draw cards in UNO, even if I had the winning card!!
It was BAD! Not good bad. Not Michael Jackson with a cool, catchy beat and terrible music video "Bad." Just Bad!
