He always wins.
(As an aside, I don't have a competitive bone in my body when it comes to sports or games. I just don't care. We had to stop playing badminton together years ago after hubby started to smash the shuttlecock at my body in frustration when I didn't care if I hit it back. I kid you not.)
So, when we had played our first game of Bowling (and he had won) I said to him, "Let Izzy win the next one"
"Why?" he asked, incredulously.
"Because you always win. It doesn't bother me, but for her it's very demoralising. She always loses. She's only 10, let her win for once."
So he picked up his ball, bowled and picked off one pin on the left hand side.
Then he picked up his second ball and ..............
............ smashed the other nine.
Izzy got up to bowl in a deep depression.
Hubby sat down next to me.
"What happened?" I asked, "I thought you were going to let her win".
"I couldn't, " he said, "I just couldn't. My competitve gene kicked in."