A Loss-Stricken Path

I write this when I, lost a gripping clash of armies battling vying for territorial supremacy.

There were champions.

There were scores of soldiers.

There was magic.

There was blood.

There was a total utter defeat.

The blood-crazed berzerkers fueled by the devotion to their martial god lost decidedly to a sea of 2-foot tall goblins.

This is not their first loss, not even their second.

Vaguely remembering I count this as their eighth or ninth consecutive defeat. 

Now, I, unfortunately, am not actually a demon-twisted general leading large swaths of cultists making a crimson-red river. 

Instead, I am pushing plastic army men against my friend's other, smaller army men.  

This is a similar theme in all strategy-based games I play

I love em'

I really, REALLY suck at them.

Chess, Real-Time-Strategy, you name it.

I am bad at it.

I'd love to tell you my love for the sport is so pure that the mere act of playing is enough to keep me going...

but losing isn't fun, not usually at least.

Seeing models you spent hours pouring over every detail, models who make you smile every time you look at them, be removed off the table in droves due to tactical error. isn't fun. 

How does one deal with this feeling? 

I frankly don't know.

That is all.