Back in high school biology I sat next to a kid named Kip, who had about eight strikes against him heading into the world. He was slow but nice. We talked basketball a bit, and got to the point where we needed to prove who was better at the game.
one time challenging him to a game of one-on-one after
school. He beat me, but I convinced him to play again with the stakes of
if I won, the first game never happened and if he beat me, I'd say he
beat me four times. He went for it and, as fate would have it, the historical record now shows Kip
never beat me at basketball.