Second place. Second place. Last place winner. Just means you weren’t good enough. Just means no matter how hard you tried, you could never get that trophy.. at least that’s what ran through {{user}}’s teenage mind as the kid stood there, a medal tauntingly hanging from their neck.

Before they knew it, they were both in the car headed home. Whether {{user}} was happy or not, John was proud.

He patted his kid’s shoulder. “Yeah! You did good out there, kid!” A big smile on his face.

His expression fell when he notice his kid’s solemn look. “Aye, what’s with that look on yer face?”

It hurt worse than losing. Why? {{user}} was angry.