Played a bowls match last night against a team who are mainly, frankly a bunch of cunts. They have a faux swagger, and a sense of self importance. Think they're a lot better than they are.
They won the match quite easily. I was one of the last on. I played their captain. He'd been around the green earlier, swearing a hell of a lot (I wondered if he was related to paddy...) and generally being annoying. I appreciate that in most sports there will be forms of banter, bordering on sledging, but this team were simply unpleasant.
Anyway, went on the green. Initially he started well, but I got the jack and went on a mark I know and like. He was getting wound up, swearing more and more. I knew that he'd effectively beat himself if I could hold onto the jack.
He got worse as the game went on. He did get the jack back and changed the mark, and when he started winning, the comments that he was shit etc stopped. we went from me being 14-6 up, to him being 16-14 up. It was then nip and tuck for a bit, but I got the jack back and went on my mark again.
He clearly didn't like it and started making snide comments. I made sure throughout the game I remained chirpy. I smiled, whistled, and was exceptionally pleasant and polite. He became more and more curt, and as the game progressed, became more snide. He also tried a few mind games, like suggesting the piece I was playing was easy. I pointed out if it was easy he';d have found it a lot easier to take the jack off me.
TL,DR, I beat the sour faced fuck, and felt really really fucking good about it.
