Originally posted by roma45
i play 3 or 4 congresses a year was third once, in the minor under 1450 my rating is 1098 highest has been 1108 that why i take the RHP rating with a pinch of salt,
perth congress on 15th to 17th february ,only a mile from my house which is good
played on board one last year top 3 are lie boards, first time i played on one, don't laugh but it's really ann ...[text shortened]... d at least 2 wins to make sundays last two more interesting.
have you ever won a tournament?
Yep, plankton pays the awards for sharks. They even get hotel free or at least a substantial discount.
I was twice "that close" to award in my rating group on opens on 2015 and 2016.
But closest to win I was when I was 17 on junior ch of my commune. I was a surprise then, made a few draws against tired candidate for masters and few quick wins against weaker players, and was in the lead. (9 rounds Swiss, at the time it was no "real" Swiss, but only kind, the table as hung on the wall, the results were inscripted by red and black flo-master pens...) Then I played 2 games on same Saturday. After a good win I sat at the table with easy attitude against a guy whom I underestimated and defeated several times before. He played cynically as he had nothing to lose, I was sloppy in the opening, and after 20 moves it was dull drawish position, and I lost. I won "I category" but I think this is the embryo of my decision to quit chess.
After my comeback in 2014, it was for me like Austin Powers after defrosting.
Only now I feel I came back.
I like two wins in one day, It happened once only, this November.
I recognize tiredness in experienced masters' eyes, how they make moves they know they are bad but they wait for weaker opponent to make mistake.
I recognize thender love in an old lady's eyes as she watch her evene older husband playing even she doesn't have a clue of chess game.
I recognize boredom in typical chess amateur who just placed a crime novel on the table, half a chocolate and bottle of still mineral water next to his chess clock.
Some of them are well dressed, perhaps in a hunt for adultery, some of them are fat and with neglected appearance, with ugly toe nails in their stinky sandals.
Some of them drink beer or white wine during the game.
I give them a look of contempt and put cotton in my ears and I swear to myself: I must win this game!