I suppose that it was a “tough chess-week at the office”, but nevertheless productive.
I cam back from the restroom with 3 1/2 minutes remaining on my clock, and absent-mindedly played 26.gxBf3 instead of the planned 26.Rd7!, but even after 26.gxB Re7?, White is still winning by force. I knew Rd3 was dumb, but it’s obvious I was making moves just to make moves because I couldn’t figure out any of the positions in time, although did find wins for White immediately in the post-mortem for some reason.
I accepted Alex’s sudden draw offer, and although the majority of chances lie with Black, both sides have chances to go wrong. Clock times – Alex 33 minutes remaining, me 24. By contrast, in Wednesday’s game, Joe had about 74 minutes remaining, as he didn’t give me much of his time to think.
Both games were a great learning experience to go over with Fruit, in terms of what could have been improved from the critical point in the first game and the endgame of the second game. 🙂
The way to finish the second game in Black’s favor would have been to press forward the queenside pawns all the way to light squares in order to restrict the White bishop, then to trade rooks, then minor pieces, and then try to win the king and pawn ending.
Objectively, the king and pawn ending is drawn, but there are about 3 out of 5 ways for Black to win it, 1 out of 5 for White to win it, and 1 out of 5 for the game to end in a draw. I should have spent at least 10 minutes contemplating the draw offer, and playing on. I thought maybe Alex didn’t want to play anymore, but the truth is that he liked my position better and had plenty of energy to pal around with friends at the restaurant for the better part of another hour, and our game was the last to finish, so I should have kept playing for no other reason than to simulate the stress of a “real” tournament.