So, that is what we are...

[Fernando]

Going to get my 5ª beer regards
Fern

This reminds me of the time, in 1981, when I took up chess. Had not played
more than once per year since school. We were aged in our early 30's when
a friend took up chess, and, since he remembered I was an ok player in
school, he would invite me to his place for chess. I thrashed him game after
game until he got wise to me. He practiced at a chess club, but, being a
shift worker, clubs were out for me. I remember after having a few beers
I considered myself a modern day Paul Morphy, making flash sacrifices and
delivering shock checkmate with the few pieces I had left. One too many beers and it all
came unstuck.... hanging pieces in a comedy of errors and sitting red faced,
trying to talk him into accepting a draw.
L

Yes, all that is very truly, but, what is true?

If you felt like Morphy, what a heck matters if your pal trashed you?