Last Saturday, Abe and I went to a chess tournament. Abe did so-so if not poorly in the tournament. He lost one, drew one, and won two, all to lower rated opponents.
Of course, there were still some thing good about the tournament. It’s not, however, the chess games themselves; it is the time in between the rounds.
In one break between chess games, Abe and I played a while of football outside of the building. The air was fresh and the sky was blue; there were forests and a creek nearby. Getting used to the crowded city life, I felt coming here was just like a nice retreat— we should definitely come back for late tournaments held in the same facility. After some running, throwing and catching the ball, Abe must have made a lot of deep breaths; it refreshed him for the next game. In addition, without it, Abe would, again and again, complain to me: “I am bored; I should bring my DS with me.”
In another break, some gentleman whom I just got acquainted with helped Abe analyzed the lost game. He pointed out several blunders Abe made and explained why. I thought his explanation was very engaging and convincing; Abe later told me he was very good. The gentleman told me:
“Abe might win me over the board, but adult like me has deeper understanding of chess than him.”
Indeed, he was right. If Abe started finding analyzing game with others was good instead of walking away while acclaiming “I know where I blundered.” I think he gained something important, more important than just some rating points, from this tournament.