Jim and I were unable to win a single game of foosball today. The fourth floor guys, giggling and scoring. Making it look easy. After punctuating our days with this for months and months, it appeared we'd gotten nowhere. Less than nowhere. The frustration was dark, absurd: I had to remind myself to be gracious, not to contaminate the sacred air of frivolity. These were losses that raise questions: Why is it that we lose?, and Should we ever play again?