On the way to the parking lot from the playing hall, Abe said: “I am in a slump.”
“You will get out of it someday.”
“You know I have been on a losing streak since last tournament.”
“It is OK.” I said.
“But I learned nothing from it.”
Pulling the car out of the parking lot, we were heading to have dinner before the last round of the day.
“Every strong player needs to have enough tournaments,” I said. “Do you know how many tournaments GM Lenderman has?” I mentioned GM Lenderman since Abe and I saw him in the playing hall.
“More than one hundred?”
“More than seven hundred.” I emphasized the number; I just checked it the night before, so I was pretty sure.
“How many tournaments do you have?” I asked him.
“Forty something.” I said. “Remember to learn little by little.”
“…But the only thing (from today’s losses) I learned is (to think) more variations.”
“You said you learned nothing moments ago.”
After losing and losing, Abe had the one win at the last round. I joked since he was in good mood on the way going home.
” I wish it is the first round, not the last round.” I was pretty sure he thought the same.
In the parking lot, we saw some interesting plates and some interesting texts marked on the car:
I also saw one plate saying “Mr Chess” the day before, but it’s a pity I did not take a picture of it.
OOPS, some pictures of the tournament: