As I count the cost of yet another Melbourne Cup failure, I think it's time to salute that vast, unheralded army of people - losers.
By definition, that's most of us.
There's only one Melbourne Cup winner, one election winner, one dux of the class, one beauty queen, one successful job candidate, one big lottery winner.
Losing is something you had better get used to, because you'll be doing an awful lot of it in your life.
Many very successful people stress that losing has been a prerequisite to their success.
So, one way or another, losing is very important.
I drew my inspiration in Melbourne Cup week from two people, a jockey and a boxer.
First the boxer.
There's a bloke in England who has just hung up his gloves after a career as a loser that takes some beating.
Peter Buckley, 39, called it quits as a human punch-bag after racking up 256 defeats in 300 professional fights.
Buckley hadn't won for five years - 88 straight fights.
His value lay in being cannon fodder for rising stars.
In all, 42 future world, European, British and Commonwealth champions beat him on the way to taking titles.
He had, ahem, Buckley's chance.
But given that he repeatedly passed medical tests, authorities were powerless to revoke his licence.
Buckley was a wild kid, always in trouble with the police, which helps explain his otherwise hilarious comment: ``Boxing has been good to me over the years.''
Now for the jockey.
Les Boots claimed to be the worst jumps jockey in the world.
He had 39 rides and fell off 40 times - in one race he fell off, caught the horse and remounted, only to fall off again at the next fence.
He rode for 18 years in Adelaide, and reckoned he spent 12 of them in hospital.
Les broke just about every bone in his body.
Bookies would post 100/1 odds for every mount, no matter what the horse's form.
``Once the South Australian Jockey Club was going to bar me from riding because I was putting too big a strain on their Workers Compensation Fund,'' Les said in a hilarious interview with the great caller Bert Bryant in 1987.
``My wife used to wrap my pyjamas in a brown paper bag and put them with my riding gear, which was embarrassing when other jockeys spotted them,'' he said.
``She ended up barring me from taking the kids on the merry-go-round at the local shows after I fell off three times.
``The nurses at the Adelaide General Hospital used to buy the racing papers, not to have a bet but to check if I had a ride, so they could make up my usual bed in advance.
``I once fell off at the first fence, breaking my leg, then fell out of the ambulance on the way back to the casualty room, then while they were carrying me across the lawn I fell off the stretcher.
``One misty, foggy day at Victoria Park I fell off at the first jump and, being a bit winded, was lying on the track waiting for the ambulance to arrive when through the fog I heard this voice saying, `I think we'll have to shoot him'.
``I beat the ambulance back to the jockey room where they sedated me and explained they were talking about the horse.''
Failure is said to be a great teacher.
I wish I had met Les Boots. He sounds like he lost enough to be a winner.
Doug Conway is a well known Australian journalist who one day hopes to overcome his fear of dentists.