I want to dedicate this game to RollingPawns, because he knows what it is like to work and then be too tired to play chess, particularly the longer the game goes on, as I have done on so many occasions as well.
On this occasion, it was the role-reversal, as I didn’t have to go to work today and Paul looked fresh, but was not as fresh as me and this explains the result of this game I feel more than for any chess reasons. He destroyed me post-mortem, is a class above mine, and was a good sport about the game (and I am sure he had to work today), but this game was to reward the more alert player (as G/90 usually does).
RollingPawns is my long-time friend, and the real reason I still have this blog. He has to work before his games, but he has always been a more solid and classier player than I have been; I am lucky to have him as a friend. I am also fortunate to currently be in a position where I can sleep and exercise before a game.
At the end of the game, I traded to deliver checkmate, but it proved to bee too awkward with time running out and his bishop milling about, so instead I finally settled on the obvious trade of rook for bishop and g-pawn since I have the right bishop to queen the a-pawn with. I delivered checkmate with but 5 seconds remaining on my clock, to his 44 minutes.
I heard this song today and did think of great chessplayer’s whose talent wasn’t fully rewarded, such as Rudolf Charousek, who died around the age of 26, and even of Capablanca, who never got his deserved rematch, even though he was probably the greatest natural talent the game has ever produced. As for the lovely Eva Peron, whose smile reminds me of my last girlfriend, she lived to be a mere 33 years of age.