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Bond, Halo, Madden, NBA Live; those were the games that everyone played back in the college days.  For my roommate Chivis and I, the game was Mariokart battle mode.  It started out in our suite with Dougy Fresh, Nate-dogg, Chiv and I in a four player battle with others coming in and out, but by senior year it was always heads up between me and Chiv.  Wario v. Yoshi.  Others would try to mix with us but they'd get a turtle shell dropped on them or get tail whipped by a question mark box.  No one could compete. The two of us were that deadly.

First let me introduce you to Chiv.  A hip cool hapa surfer/skater from Torrance who looks like a skinny Japanese boy but brings the wood (a la our starting free safety).  Totally anal.  Won't let you sit on his bed and has two pairs of all his Nike Jordan's collection (one for wearing and one for display).  Smart as shit and even more disciplined. Will study in his room for several hours even during a party and then join when finished.  The top math student and phi beta kappa.

Recently I got an email from Chiv.  He teaches math at Torrance High.  On the last day before winter break, he decided to give the kids a free day and told them to bring in some videos.  His second period class brought in Mariokart instead.  You see, Chiv had been shit talking them, telling them how he used to dominate and was the best player in the world.  Well the kids decided to call him out on it and they played. 

Chiv 20-2nd Period 0. 

In his words, "I spanked those kids and made them cry."  They even presented him with a trophy when they got back to school.  And he still talks shit.  I think the best part is that the bastard gave me my props.  "Don't worry, I told them that you are the #2 ranked player in the world.  And I just wanted to thank you for enhancing my skills.  I couldn't have done it without your help......hahahahaha.... I own you!"

Waaaaah!  I'm a gonna win!!!