My family and I were always big on playing wiffleball. We were all pretty good players, but my oldest brother was always the best. We would sometimes all team up on him and he would still manage to beat us. No matter what we did or how hard we tried, it was never enough. He was the king of our wiffleball field.
Well one day, I played my brother and I managed to pull out a victory. It was the best I've ever played. It wasn't that my brother did bad, I just showed more skill than he did. The king of our field fell that day...much like the fall of Oedipus as king. Sure my brother didn't marry my mother and kill himself, but he fell from his throne similar to Oedipus
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