Alex sat on a beach in Dubai. The sand was white, the sea was blue, and the air conditioning in his hotel room was set to "Penguin."
He was trying to relax. He was reading a book called The Physics of Failure.
It was a cheerful read.
"Recovery," Alex muttered. "Elasticity. Bouncing back."
Mark ran past him. He was wearing flippers and a snorkel mask. He was chasing a crab.
"COME HERE, SEBASTIAN!" Mark yelled. "I WANT TO RACE YOU SIDEWAYS!"
The crab scuttled into a hole. Mark face-planted into the sand.
"He cheated!" Mark spat out sand. "He has eight legs! I only have two!"
"Crabs have ten legs, Mark," Alex corrected without looking up. "Decapods."
"Show offs," Mark grumbled.
Maya was sitting under a parasol. She was typing on a laptop.
"Analysis of the Euro Final," Maya said. "Spain's pass completion was 92%. Ours was 84%. The variance was in the midfield transition. Rodri controlled the vector."
"Maya," Alex sighed. "We are on holiday. Can we stop analyzing the loss?"
