Here is my Round 4 loss on Wednesday.
I played like a “fish out of water” during the critical middlegame moments. It’s not like Paul came out at me with a truck. No, he let me do whatever I wanted to do, which was mixed to bad. It’s easy to go wrong when you are the kid in the candy-shop and don’t have enough familiarity with an opening – just ask Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, The Gingerbread Man. Well, you are getting the idea. My sense of responsibility just flew out the window, along with my energy-level, clock-time, and good sense.