There was a sappy commercial on TV years ago that went something like, "My father never told me he loved me, but he always let me win." I chuckled when I heard that (probably not the response the ad creator had in mind) because my father told me every day that he loved me, but he never let me win.
I, in turn, have never let my boys win. I figured, if they want to win, let them get good. Checkers, Go-Fish, Yahtzee, Connect Four, Ping Pong, Cribbage, Dominoes--I played them all and I won. Now I probably didn't have to do the victory dance, but I did. I'm a pretty dedicated mother.
So when we purchased our first video game system (as a good mother, I resisted this for years, but I live with three boys, resistance was futile) I was determined to win. (NOTE: I freed Princess Peach from Bowser's Castle when no one else in the family could).
However, I had a really hard time winning any of the multiplayer games. I just kept losing and it wasn't even close. Let me note that I lost half of my left thumb in a freak stroller accident when I was only four. I pointed this fact out to my boys on numerous occasions to petition for a head start or something that would make the game fair--or would allow me to at least come close to winning.
But I had raised my boys to love me, not to let me win.