Matthew’s been addicted to the “sport” of foosball since college, and in practically every country we visit, he always looks for some poor, unsuspecting victim he can challenge to a match. He’s like a Border Collie with a ball — he simply can’t be distracted; he plays as if his life depends upon it; and he rarely loses. It’s a wonder we haven’t yet been embroiled in a bar fight (although we’ve come close.) One evening we joined in a game with an American family, and I had to remind him that a victory against children wouldn’t really be something to brag about.