|Who needs to text and drive?|
|Field Trip Rule #1: Don't step in dog poop when you have to ride a bus for 2 hours.|
|Playing with an arrow in your head! (it is a painting on the wall behind Desmond)|
One of the most pleasing aspects of this tournament was the fact that it was played in an espresso bar. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, however, and the only frothing was because of my latte orders. There was an occasional customer that spectated and a rare library patron that entered the area with a raised eyebrow.
Round 1 began without any board numbers on the tables so I felt like I was at a church coffee social, shaking hands and introducing myself, hoping the hand I held was my opponent. It was the same for all. People settled, clocks and pieces were adjusted and Jeff Roland, our Tournament Director said a few words, then the espresso machine made one last gasp before . . . . . . . d4. I played one of my students Tyler Avila. After our game we analyzed and talked about the game.
|Round 1: Peter Olsoy vs. Desmond|
|Round 2: Paul Edvalson vs. me|
|Do I take with pawn or with queen? (me vs. Paul Edvalson)|
A loud, "Fuck!" breaks the silence of the last round and their is a hush as everyone in the room looks first at the exclamator and then slowly turn their heads to me for my dirty look - it's one of my students. I smiled. Was it a blunder or a good move, I wonder? Youthful entertainment at its best!
|White to move. Nothing like leaping without looking! 17. Qxd6??|