Last night, I played in a giant tournament of a modified version of tug-o-war. The venue was a backwoods junior high school gym. The two teams consisted of 110 players each, ages ranging from 4-26. Each team cued up in a single file so that one player on a team would face only one opponent across a line. One player wears handcuffs and the other player grabs onto them in the middle with only one hand. If you lost the previous round and your opponent won, you get to decide who wears the cuffs. If you both won or both lost in the previous round, you toss a coin to see wears the cuffs. If there is a toss, the winner of toss decides who wears the cuffs. The game was simple. When the referee says, "go", both try to pull the other over the line. If you lose your individual battle, you're out. The game continues until there is one one player left. I won; despite having to go to the bathroom very badly. To celebrate my victory, I ran to the lieu. There was only one urina...
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