I played Dean, the TD, in this game. This is the same person that I drew last week as White. The turnout this month seems decent. If all the same players show up next week, I will have the White pieces against a class A player that I drew once before as Black (he won against Isaac in round 1).
Move 10 for Black was the “combinative moment” of the game. The longer I spent, the closer I got to solving it, but since this isn’t 40/2, SD/1 time controls, I don’t have the luxury of spending close to half an hour solving it. In the end, I just sort of threw my hands up into the air and hoped that he would trade queens, which he did. So instead of being the right move, it turned into a “scare them with your rating points, and hope they flinch” moment. At this point the game was winning, albeit via my cowardly move, since I didn’t want the clock deciding the game.
Incidentally, the right idea was to win the g-pawn (beginning with …cxd), which I didn’t discover but looks obvious enough in hindsight. I miscalculated, but the thing is one has to see the idea and calculate it correctly, so I failed on both accounts. I did figure out quickly enough that winning the e-pawn was losing for Black, as White’s queen gets too much play, but I didn’t know what the right idea was as there was more than one option to consider. Other possibilities were such things as sitting tight with Bb7, or contemplating …b4 in a further attack on White’s king, but I sensed that I needed more development first.
There were endgame inaccuracies, but luckily for me, he was the one blundering a pawn making a quick move in time-pressure. I guess different people experience time-pressure at different times. By the end of the game, he had 20 minutes left to my 11. I was making inaccuracies in time-pressure as well, I felt, simply didn’t blunder anything.
At least today, I did want to win in response to the almost gift-draw performance that I gave last week.
In other unrelated news, my cat is missing again. Last I saw him was on Tuesday morning, he was being a good kitty underneath my trailer and didn’t want to come inside. A bad young Black kitty was terrorizing the birds from the top of the woodshed and jumped off when I walked up to him. It was hot enough inside and cool enough out that I let him stay out there. It’s starting to get cooler now though, and he plucked out a lot of his fur. I checked out the last house across the street he was in, but wasn’t in there. There is even another vacant house next to that one, but the door is closed and I hear no meows. It’s kinda sad for him, he should somehow know that this is his house only, and not every other house on the block. Who knows where he is now, I could hope he is doing well, but that isn’t necessarily the reality of wherever he is now. The cat seemed surprisingly fine, but who knows, maybe it up and died somewhere and a neighbor disposed of it. I dunno where it could be, as I have acute hearing when it comes to hearing meows.