When it comes to the spirit of friendly competition, I’ve been told I can be a teensy bit … well, rabid.  Oh, it’s always said in good fun, like “Whoa, Andie’s playing?!  There will be blood.  Ha ha!”

Yeah.  Ha.  Ha.

Look, it’s not like I upturn tables when I lose, or drop trou and shake my jelly when I win.  I’m not sure how I got this reputation for being such a cutthroat competitor because I never thought I was all that hung up on winning.  I can honestly celebrate anyone else’s victory just as easily as my own. Read more