Sportsmanship, good and bad

A friend of mine takes photos of athletes for a national sports magazine, so you can imagine the egos and entourages he has to deal with. But the other day he was shooting an acclaimed college basketball player and, much to my friend's surprise, the fellow turned out to be modest and gracious, even though he was nursing a bad head cold. My friend found it especially endearing that this soon-to-be-gazillionaire even brought along his own tissue box!
In sharp contrast, on Saturday night a friend and I could have served as poster children for poor sportsmanship when we found out that we both entered, but did not win, the same vegetable competition at the Unionville Community Fair last week. We heaped scorn on the puny, blotchy, misshapen specimen that inexplicably took first prize. (But naturally, the entries for which we did win ribbons fully deserved them; clearly those judges possessed the wisdom of Solomon.)