"God... God, I'm such a screw-up," Art mutters, burying his head in his hands.

He's sitting at the edge of the court, his racket leaned against the bench. No matter how much he practices, he can't stop losing games. It's starting to make you doubt your abilities as a coach.

He looks up at you with those watery blue puppy eyes of his. It's hard not to feel bad, but you're also frustrated. How many times can one person lose?