A Second Time and a Third Time: Part 1

Abe did it again within the same weekend, unfortunately, it’s the bad thing I warned him against many times; He did another thing the third time since he started playing chess, hopefully, it could be a good thing. Part 1 is about the bad thing; part 2 is about the good thing.

This past weekend, Abe and I went to the Tim Just’s Winter Open XXIV, it was held in the same venue as the Nation Youth Action 2009 (see my post about it here). The tournament includes two sections: reserve section for players rated below 1800 and open section for other players. Abe played in the reserve section. I was told this tournament is one of the best local tournaments since the long time control: 90 minutes for the first 40 moves and then 30 minutes for the rest of the game, 5 seconds delay through the whole game, for example, for a game of 50 moves for each player, the time limit for each player is about 124 minutes. Therefore, the game could last up to a little more than four hours. The following two pictures shows some of the players in reserve section and open section,

some players in the reserve section

some players in the reserve section

some players in the open section

some players in the open section

It’s a pretty strong tournament; Abe’s first opponent was rated about 1780. Considering Abe’s rating was about 1400, I had no doubt Abe would lose his game. It turned out to be what I expected, about two hours in the game, Abe came out the playing hall, looked sad, I did not asked him the result since it’s quite obvious.

“I lost,” Abe murmured.

“OK, your opponent’s much higher rated than you are. Let’s go to lunch, next round is about two hours away,” I replied.

We didn’t want to drive far so we went to the McDonald’s about two blocks away.

After finishing lunch, I asked Abe how much time left on his opponent’s clock out of the first 90 minutes.

“About 10 minutes.”

“How much time left for you?”

“More than an hour.”

“ So you spent about twenty some minutes on the game, while your opponent spent eighty some minutes on the game, am I right?”

“Yes.” Abe answered with a smiling face as if he was glad at his “achievement”.

“Let’s say your opponent is about the same strength as you, you think 20-30 minutes, while your opponent thinks about 80 minutes, he will outplay you on the board. In fact, he is much stronger than you. You have to find a way to be better than yourself,” I replied. “Slow down and think deep, you could play better.

“Maybe,” Abe still argued, “But I would be tired if I think that long.”

“For this morning’s game, maybe you can walk around in the playing hall or maybe you can take a one-hour nap, you will still have half an hour to finish your game,” I replied.

Abe’s next two opponents were both lower rated than him, he won the games quickly. So on the first day Abe scored two points out of three.

The next morning, Abe’s facing an opponent who was rated about 1600, I thought Abe might have a chance to score a point. But he lost the game, even in a quicker way than yesterday morning’s game. We waited a while before we went to lunch at noon− the final round was more than two hours away.

After finishing lunch, I asked Abe how much time left on his opponent’s clock out of the first 90 minutes.

“About half an hour.”

“Thirty nine minutes, to be exact,” I replied since I went to the playing hall and checked the game at the moment they were about to finish the game.

“How much time left for you?”

“About an hour.”

Abe did it again, I spoke to myself, he used only about 20-30 minutes while he was allowed to use more than two hours.

“Do not move that fast, fast means shallow thinking and more blunders, you will improve only if you can slow down.

… Abe argued further with me…

Abe spent closed to one hour on his final game, he was down in material, but somehow, his opponent made a blunder and lost a winning game.

After that, we returned home for dinner. At dinner table, Abe grabbed a piece of paper out of his pocket,

“Every time I use a loose scoresheet instead of a scorebook, I will win.” Abe told his mom. “It brings me good luck.”

I thought Abe knew I did not agree and he knew I would say, but “Will Abe care what I might say? do I need to repeat another time? No, of course not,” I told my self. “I’d better shut up”. No matter what, after today’s hard learned lessons, may he start to slow down in his chess games.

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