"Americans hate to lose. Especially David."
This is how Bezza explained my stern demeanor during last night's Scrabble game. I was comatose with pasta and beer, and suffering from terribly bad luck. Or, rather, I was until I won the game by getting 72 points on my last turn. (And I didn't even cheat, not even once.)
I gloated uglily. (I may be a bad loser, but I'm a worse winner.)