For the first time ever, I kept a neat, easily legible scoresheet. On the board, however, it was a different story. My “game” was going down like the titanic, as I began misfiring all over the place. My only other game against Jordan was a loss as Black, and my confidence was picking right off where it left off from last week, finding a way to lose from a won position.
I missed all kinds of shots, and saw most of them after the game. My play was going down in a heap of flames. Too tight to find the mate in two, not taking the obvious piece win on e7, blundering, getting a lucky mate with one minute on my clock. There was really no end to the amount of fortuitous bounces which went my way in this game. I was actually losing and drawing at points. My play? Madness. The result of the game? Another miracle.