I have tasted victory and I have found it to be like wine. If it was produced without passion, was created haphazardly and was easy to come by - the taste was hollow, unfulfilling and it left behind a lingering bitterness. If, however, the victory was the end result of true commitment, careful preparation and a love of the task… the taste was complex and lovely, both smooth and strong, like robust velvet. So gorgeous. And it finished with just a hint of… swagger.