J-j-j-j-jealousy

Approximately 9 days ago, Inigo challenged my 22 year old neighbor,
T-man, to a race with RC cars.

The date was set (8/02/11).

The time was determined (6:30 pm).

The racetrack was determined (across the street).

Inigo invited friends and family to come watch the duel. He practiced for hours beforehand.

6:30 was looming closer and closer.

Anticipation.

Electricity.

Suspense was hanging in the air.

Ooops.

Everyone was still eating dinner at 6:30.

The race was postponed until 6:45.

Anticipation.

Electricity.

Even more suspense.

You could cut it with a knife.

T-man’s cousins were in town. A family with 10 kids to cheer him on.

Steck came over to help me cheer Inigo on.

As the race began, 15+ people began chanting “T-man! T-man! T-man!”

2 people began chanting, “Inigo! Inigo! Inigo!”

AND THEEEEEY’RE OFF!!

OFF AND RUNNING!

GO INIGO!!!

GO T-MAN!!!

And the results?

Inigo won of course.
By a landslide.

Poor T-man’s car would go sideways and backwards as much as it would go forward.
I’ve never seen a RC car like that before.
It was just too much car for him!! (he he he)

To be fair, when they switched cars, T-man won the race.

Winning boosted Inigo’s ego a lot.

Maybe too much.

Later, after we went inside Inigo (who was in a jubilant/winning mood) ran up the stairs and yelled at me,

“YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?
I THINK YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS!”

I yelled back in a questioning tone of voice,
”Of what?”

He yelled back as if the answer was completely clear,

“ME!!!”