From the beginning he knew he could beat me. He is stronger, faster, *sigh* taller, and more skilled. So he, sweet thang that he is, played with his weaker hand, which honestly isn't saying much because the boy is straight up ambidextrous.
He was still beating me.
So he got on his knees.
I kid you not. He put one hand behind his back and he. played. on. his. knees.
Aaaaaaaaaand he still beat me.
It probably didn't help that I was laugh/crying the entire time. He thinks it was because I was having the time of my life, and I WAS! But really, I was just one …