As if anyone cared. I got beat last week. The alcohol makes my strategy sloppy. Tonight I strove to keep situational awareness, and it brought me back to the early 70s, and all that I’ve written about before. I still managed to fuck up three times but inched ahead at the finish.
Team Joe squeaked by with a bishop, a pawn, and the king to pull ahead 2 to 1. Grueling.
Pretty sure my opponent has absorbed a couple of my moves, and I have no-doubt taken care to counter his relentless mode of attack.
My favorite game, what can I say?