This was not a good day for me. Well, not chess-wise, anyway.
My Thursday began with a visit with an old friend who I’ve not seen since my wedding some years ago. This was lovely.
My round four opponent, Theodore Biyiasis, handed me a deserved defeat on the the Black side of the McCutcheon. I accepted a gambit pawn and failed to absorb the pressure. After the game, we had a fruitful post-mortem and I got to speak a bit with Ruth Haring, current USCF President, while we located a set for analysis. Both the post-mortem and the chat with Haring made up for the lost against the 2000+ Biyiasis.
In round five I lost, mainly through self-inflicted actions, against Alex Little, a 1630-ish player from Georgia. I got a dream position and then thoroughly misunderstood the lay of the land, giving up two minor pieces for a rook, a pawn, and the phantom of the initiative. By the time I understood that I stood worse, it was too late, and I folded like a house of cards. Kudos to the winner, but this one was on me.
As the night wore on, I had a few drinks with friends, and ended up meeting the coming scion of a salacious publishing empire at the bar. He is in town for LeakyCon, the end-all of Harry Potter cons, and we traded stories about our respective events for a time. It’ll make for quite a tale for our friends back in Omaha.
Here are the games with light annotations. I’m trying to avoid getting too deeply into analysis while the event goes on, preferring to focus on rest and socialization. (I have even cut back on the opening prep after last year’s experience.) Today I attended the Publications and CJA committees, and my round 7 game is tonight. Let’s hope that this Lazarus can arise and play decent chess once more.