That’s what I told Abe before the tournament last Saturday. It worked this time. Abe drew with a Master in the first round. After the game I congratulate him by saying “Good job. I was especially happy for you since you fought until the last second.” He literally had one second left on his clock after the draw was agreed upon by both players. If not the time delay, Abe would lose on time, even on a theoretical drawn position.
So Abe was very excited. He gladly promised to take a ten-minute walk together outside after next round — We did not have time to take a walk right now since next round would begin in fifteen minutes.
It’s cloudy as we found after stepping outside the chess playing room, but still it’s Spring time. The air’s fresh and grass green. Noticing not far in front, a goose strolling leisurely across the side walk, wagging his tail behind him, Abe said: “Maybe he is lost.”
“Lucky for him, at least he is outside.” I replied, even not sure what I meant.