I like how he talks about how it sucks to have to play against friends in tournaments; it's always bittersweet, whether you win or lose. It makes me remember all the shows I had to go to, and all the times it was always me vs. my friend Michael. He was always the more well-known of both of us, but we won about an equal number of times, but we would prolong the show for hours, question after question, until the judge was making up questions off of the top of their head because they were out of their list of them. That, and the second year I was showing dogs, how while I waited for the final show to begin, I was the last person remaining from Spokane, and there were still several people left everywhere else, how nervous I had felt. It was odd, just sitting alone on this bench-thing with room for 10 people, and only me sitting there, getting awkward looks from everybody else. I only got Reserve in State that year (lost Grand by 2 points out of 200). I felt bitter/angry that I had failed my county, my city, my friends that I worked with, my 4-H club, everybody, but I guess maybe I should've been happy to be the only one who remained out of my group, and 1 of 3 to qualify the entire second week of the qualifiers.