It’s impossible to draw up the blueprint for the perfect win for the moment. Impossible, yes, because you can’t script a baseball game (or at least you can’t expect it to follow the script; by all means, write away). But also impossible because, in order to arrive at the perfect win for the moment, you must at least stop for gas in Badlossland, or maybe grab a burger at Ohno Hill, or perhaps take a pee break at Shitsville.
And even when you are the one writing the perfect script, you have to at least consider that the actors will abandon it halfway through, right when you’ve created the perfect obstacle to overcome on the path to redemption.