Playing Your Level

It was a weekend of many things, not least of which was my brother-in-law hefting out his portable Connect Four game from the basement with a mischievous glint in his eye.  An open challenge was issued and answered by his sister/my wife, who proceeded to hand him his ass on a platter in two short, successive games. 

Looking for a chance to redeem himself, he tossed the Milton Bradley glove in my direction, knowing from my own admission that I wasn't very good.  Less than two minutes later I had beaten him twice.

The above picture was his final chance to tackle someone he had even the smallest chance of beating.  I leave it to you to guess the outcome...