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Given that Sherdoggers are gifted with amazing body, minds, looks and goals. There's gotta be a some competition that you faced a lot and might gave you some challenge.
I've had people that considered myself, a rival. High school sports, people that I worked with. Can't say I really felt the same way. Uh, there was this kid that lived on my block, Bert Oliver. He was two years older. He generally hated everyone, but he had a special place in hell, for me. To this very day, I can't tell you why. He never had the guts to sock me. It was chronic annoyance. My name is David. So typically, he'd follow me and whine, "David Gayvid", repetitively. He'd look at me and make sour faces. His favorite insult, was to call me, a "bun". I really don't know what that is, or meant. Stuff like that...
One day, a kid on the block got a Slip 'N Slide. Everyone was there. It was quite the event. There were chips, cans of soda, a cooler with twin pops... Fantastic hosting. Bert shows up. The mother of the kid, with the Slip 'N Slide, insisted that Bert be allowed to hangout. The dickishness ensued. The mother was inside, so she didn't see his antics, nor wanted to be bothered about it. The soaps were probably on. Bert gets in line behind me. He does his "David Gayvid" routine. Then, out of nowhere, he drops his trunks, turns around, and spreads his cheeks. He gyrated and went "Reeeer! Reeeer!" I was highly puzzled. Then, one of kids pointed out how he didn't wipe well. He stuck his fingers in his crack, and observed the evidence. Most of us were cracking up. The crowd had a few people that were disgusted. One girl cried. He pulled up his trunks, got on his bike, and left.
Outside of school, he was kind of a hermit, after that. His life became a living hell. Well, about a much as a living hell can be, for your average 9 yr. old. He got ribbed everyday, for the rest of the two years that I lived in that neighborhood. I didn't join in, though. I never really had hard feelings towards the guy.
Locking horns with your best friend is the worst kind of rivalry.
You trusted each other with all of your secrets, and later it devolves into betrayal and a soul crushing war of attrition where the only outcome seems to be a Pyrrhic victory.
It sounds like you've been there.
We had a real bad falling out like a breakup last year. It sucked.
Yeah. It can be quite the trauma drama.
Was the conflict handled privately or did it spill out into a larger social group where people had to take sides like a newly divorced couple?
in 2nd grade, it was down to me and this other cat over who was the GOAT kickballer and dodge baller in the greater San Diego area
spoiler alert, it was I