[CaptainCrunch]

I don't know about you guys, but when I got into my teenage years where winning and losing meant something, I would both look forward to and dread those big games that we're almost all or nothing.

Part of you wanted to be the hero, you wanted your memory to include you getting mauled by your team mates, with your arms in the air and spotting your proud parents in the stands along with all of those other parents applauding you.

But at the same time you had that dread dream, where you couldn't make eye contact with your team mates, and the arena or the stadium was dead quit because you made that big mistake that cost your team the win, or the championship or whatever.

And I'm sure all of us have stories from both sides of the fence.

In hockey I didn't score many goals, but I remember scoring a championship winning goal.

I also remember a team that missed the playoffs because the good Captain put a beautiful pass right on the stick of the best player in the league to kill a comeback.

But I learned from both experiences. I learned when I won that you had to respect the win, and you had to be grateful for the win because they don't come everyday. I learned in losses that there were things that I could do better, and there was maybe that extra effort that was lacking.

But a day after the loss, just like the win, life went on.

I can't imagine a game without scores, it would be pointless and useless, and a little boring.