One substitution from glory.
You don't blame the players. You don't blame the universe. You blame the person holding the clipboard — because somebody made a decision, and decisions have names attached. The Eye has your file: the trip that flopped because of who planned it, the project that died because of how it was scoped, the team that lost because of who got benched. Your forensics always trace the wreckage back to a single call made by a single person with the authority to call it differently. And honestly, your post-match analysis is usually good — you see decision trees the way other people see vibes. But the Eye notices what your theory quietly requires: a world where outcomes are steerable, where someone competent at the wheel could have saved it. Randomness terrifies you more than incompetence does. A bad manager you can fire. A universe that doesn't take notes? There's no hotline for that.
Get your read — free on iPhoneblaming the clipboard keeps one belief alive: that someone could have steered this right. randomness has no one to fire.