My last two over the board tournaments were trash. Going back to last November In the Turkey Open I had the most painful loss of my chess career. Against an expert I played perhaps my best Najdorf and defended his kitchen sink attack, and launched a queenside assault of my own that should have led to a pretty forced win. Instead I got too excited when others began crowding around to watch the game. I lost my composure and chose astonishingly bad moves played fast and incorrectly calculated. Ten moves later, I resigned, filled with a mixture of surprise, dissapointment, and anger,I offered my hand. He shook his head and laughed. "You should have won." he said.
No friends, I have not recovered from that defeat. I can't seem to summon the concentration, to play reasonably well and have since, floated in a chess purgatory of poor play. Like the hero Oddysius, lost at sea, I must conquer the gods to triumph. I've turned to Voodoo, shamen, and women of ill repute to bring out the old me. Pray for me.
No friends, I have not recovered from that defeat. I can't seem to summon the concentration, to play reasonably well and have since, floated in a chess purgatory of poor play. Like the hero Oddysius, lost at sea, I must conquer the gods to triumph. I've turned to Voodoo, shamen, and women of ill repute to bring out the old me. Pray for me.