Chuck Sommers rubbed my face in it. Sure, I’d talked a little trash about how I was going to usurp him at #1 in our 6th grade handball rankings, but he’d been bragging to Tiesha Williams that he’d beat me like a broken egg. Regardless of whether I had it coming, it was the first time I experienced a “sore winner” in action. (And yes, he beat me as if he were making omelets.)
Sore winners are best embodied by New England Patriots fans: They claim to know it all, aren’t afraid to share that fact with everyone in their path, and gloat mercilessly when proven right. Alas, they’re often proven right so often that it threatens the very idea of a loving God (at least in the case of Patriot fans). For the sore winner, self-worth and self-importance hang by a thread. It’s the unhealthy obsession with emerging victorious, even in celebrating that victory, that is their hallmark.