Everyone has that game that makes them unbelievably competitive for no good reason. Some people have that phenomenon with a lot of games, or just anything in general because they’re competitive people.
Regardless of what sparks it, that desire to win is brought out by a lot of supposed-to-be-family-friendly games. Some of those games drive me to such insane levels of competition that can’t be found anywhere else in my life, and today that’s what I’ll be reviewing. In order from games that cause me the most anxiety to least, let’s get into it.
Mario Kart Wii: I’ve never lost a game. Now some people will read that and assume I’m exaggerating or just trying to be boastful. Go ahead and assume. I have nothing to prove until we play a game, and in that moment when I’m utterly destroying you on every course, you will beg for mercy.
Uno: This game has sparked all out verbal altercations between multiple members of my family and myself. I don’t know what it is about Uno, but anything less than winning feels kind of embarrassing, especially when your friends are taking it just as seriously. If you’ve ever slammed your hand of cards down after someone goes out, you know what I’m talking about.
Scrabble: As a kid, this should’ve been my first indication that my career path would be in the English and Communications field. I hated losing this game to anyone in my family, especially since I felt I was the one who was supposed to be good with words. Even more so now as an actual English and Communications major, if anyone in my family beats me, I will probably have an existential crisis about whether I picked the right career field.
Apples to Apples/Cards Against Humanity: Obviously I didn’t play the latter as a child, but in case you’ve never been around me before ever, I think I’m a pretty funny person. I was told one time by one person to try stand-up comedy and I’ve never let that go. So not having the funniest card in one of these games is absolutely detrimental to me.
Just Dance: While not as much anymore, this game used to be the thing I was best at. Twelve-year-old Cassie could not be beat would not be beat and this was the only cardio she was getting so I’m proud of her for that. But one time my uncle beat me at my favorite song and I cried and refused to play anymore, which is how I know it would still bring out that competitive side in me all these years later.
