Only last week I was playing the board game classic, Stratego, against a friend, when I found myself swimming in a sea of hubris. I deceived him into luring his Commander, the most powerful piece in the game, into a trap where my Spy, the only piece that can kill the Commander, had been patiently waiting all game. When I took his Commander and crippled his chances of winning, the shameful look of defeat on his face brought me pure ecstasy. I was unable to separate myself from my pride, believing that I had won an intellectual battle over him.