I played Joe again yesterday. He won the first game. And in the second game, I had him from the get-go. But through the meanderings of our pieces, there came a point where we were pretty even. Then, I pulled out a great tactic and forked his rook and king with my bishop. It was "in the bag" from there on... almost.
The rest of the game was "routine." There was NO way he could win. With each move, he jokingly said, "I'll accept a draw." And I'd arrogantly say, "No way, I'm going to beat you." Then, in the blinding clouds of my exaltation, it happened...
Stalemate!
My glory was lost. The agony. We were both laughing, but his laugh was more authentic.
Alas, my pride blinded me and I'd become careless. And I re-learned (but will surely forget again) that humility is the only preventative for such an inglorious fall. Chess again demonstrates what is true of all of life - character matters.
(Re-match, tonight, 6p)
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