Justified pride?

Is it wrong that I took so much pleasure in beating my former students and a bunch of teenagers in laser tag this afternoon?  I mean, I crushed them.  In two games of twenty players, I finished first and second.

My shining moment:  After blasting three teenage boys in a row, they turned and fled and I heard the tallest one say, “Damn. That guy is good.  Let’s stay away from him.”

That was six hours ago and I’m still basking in my glory.