My stepdad, who passed away many years ago, was not very expressive and hard to get to know. He was also ridiculously competitive, to the point that he wouldn't even let a child win at a dice game. I eventually got to know him better, and I even spoke at his funeral, but it was touch and go with him for a while. This is a story I would have told at his funeral, had I remembered it, in the moment.
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omggg I love this story, thanks for sharing! reading it I can really imagine him being so giddy about kicking your ass at this silly little game lol
He was. And I don't think it was about winning the game for him, either. He wasn't expressive but he certainly had a sense of humor, death-valley-dry. He was doing a bit.
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He wanted you to know. He wanted you to figure it out, and he believed that you could and that you would appreciate it. This is unmistakably a dad joke.