They're like drugs. The anticipation's enough to kill you. You'd give anything to hold it in your hands, to taste it. Go on your knees, beg.
But again, like drugs, it's escapism at its apex. The ecstasy will end, it has to - as certain as death and taxes. You know it. You don't care.
It's over far too soon. You clamour for more, but it's never enough. Sometimes you cheat. Try to beat the system. Throw the rules out of the window. Chances are, you'll go that way too.
In this game, there is no winning.