Decades upon decades of playing the long game yielded fruit every step of the way. All those tiny victories adding up through the ages. And now, five yards from the goal line you fumble the ball. You had all those frogs in a pot with the heat set to low thinking they were at a day spa and then, inexplicably you crank the heat up to high. Now frogs are jumping out left and right and the look of confusion on those once clever faces is unexpected. The curtain has been pulled back and the wizard has been revealed to be just a doddering bitter tyrannical old man.