There is no sadder, yet strangely more satisfying in sight, than the gambler on a winning streak. You know, and he knows, it’s time to call it a day and pocket his winnings. Instead he insists on one final roll of the dice, and hurls them with a flourish. They hit the back wall and come to rest, grinning at him with two ones; snake eyes, and all is lost. We smile, secretly.