I’d like to kick the person who thought teaching my sister Greek mythology was a good idea.
While other kids were sledding down the big hill near our house, I got to play “Sisyphus”. This involved me pushing a snowball up the hill until it got so big it would roll me over on the way back. By some big sibling mind-control, she convinced me that this was fun.
It turns out that having fun at failure was good training for my career in bridge. Playing bridge is en
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