Lately, though, I have become increasingly aware of a significant sector of such losers who have consistently failed to show the British phlegm and pluck demanded.
Rarely have Mafiosi seemed like such losers as they do here, obese men in track suits debating whom to kill once they finish their ziti.
Such "losers" as there were tended to be teams who need very little tweaking, or see little value in doing that in this context.
When so many accept as their inevitable subject the long odds the universe gives the aspirations of our species, degraded as it finds itself by the brutalities of animal instinct and time's remorseless toll, books may seem to disqualify themselves from grace: how could such losers cobble together anything particularly sublime?
Such losers might eventually include the No. 5 (or below) player in Europe's emerging wireless data networks.
All of our friends and friends' friends are such losers.
Sure, the police probably weren't trained in trapping wild animals, but they didn't have to be such losers about it.
Various writers, publications and other media outlets have weighed this very topic over the years and come up with such losers as "Ice Ice Baby," "Achy Breaky Heart," "We Built This City" and "My Humps".
Even though it's a while before we meet Doug's Canadian team, a mix of good writing and acting quickly establishes the team's vibe, the distinct personalities that makes them such losers, and why their coach (Kim Coates) is tearing his hair out.
People have asked my friends "why they are such losers" or "to say what they thought of specific people" or even things like "why are you alive?" The person receiving the comments had no idea who was posting them -- it could have been one of their best friends, or someone they barely knew.
