In a first-to-11-points type deal, I won the first one. Then I one the second. He decided it was going to be a best of five. So I won again. Then Rob decided it was going to be a best of seven. So I won again and then the wife kindly reminded me it was time to quit beating up Rob and time to take our kids home.
We could have gone best of 9, 11 and so on and so forth... I would have kept beating him to a pulp.
Have the pictures to prove it...
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