Nearly everywhere Parks Gissinger looked growing up, there was competition.
While staying with his four older brothers at his father's testosterone-dripping home dubbed the "frat house," there were clashes in the weight room, on the basketball court and in circuit training. Even "all-out war" volleying back and forth on the ping pong table.
Tears were shed, fights started, objects were thrown at each other and holes punctured in the wall.
"A lot went down in that house," Gissinger recalls with a laugh.
And there was a scoreboard for each competition. Lest you forget who took first, or last, the final tally was testimony.