Looking at another old game I played against a fellow local club player. I played the opening in an unorthodox and clumsy way, but ended up with the chance to play a very straightforward kingside attack. At the chance to pull the trigger, I saw a ghost and bailed prematurely. On the plus side, this led to playing an interesting positional exchange sacrifice, which ultimately netted a win anyway.
This is a game from several years ago that I played against local NM Franklin Chen. From the black side, I got myself into a cramped and delicate position. At one point, I had to find a defensive move that left 3 of my own pieces en prise, which solves all the problems I’d otherwise be facing on the board. It felt like the defensive flip side to Tal’s quip when launching attacks that involved offering multiple piece sacrifices, “They can only take them one at a time.”
After that point in the game, the tables turned a bit, and I was likely winning eventually. But I didn’t make the most of my chances, and things reached a peaceful end.
On a whim, I decided to play in the Pittsburgh Summer Open this past weekend, having played very little chess of late, and very infrequently. I expected a great deal of rust, but I ended up playing well overall, and with a bit of luck on top I ended up scoring 2/3, and even with a performance rating (on this tiny sample of games) of 2391. The time control was G/60.
In the first round I had white against NM Nabil Feliachi. I played quietly, and figured I’d let him try to stir things up. The game was very balanced all the way to a heavy piece ending. During that final phase of the game, I played too passively and gave him a free hand trying to build up an initiative. I defended well until late in the game, when we were both getting low on time. At a certain point I was objectively lost, but swindled my way to a win.
My move 36.e4 is objectively unhelpful, and he could have simply replied 36…dxe4 and consolidated with his extra pawn. But practically, it ended up working well, as Nabil couldn’t quite switch gears from trying to attack. His response instead left the material level, and resulted in a situation where we each had dynamic possibilities. When he grabbed my a-pawn, it allowed me to create a mating net that necessitated him giving a perpetual. Unfortunately, he was still in “winning” mode, and his attempt to keep the game going ended up blundering mate in 1.
For round 2, I again had white, this time against near-master Evan Park, who is barely into double-digit age, a promising youngster who will end up very strong if he keeps at the game. The game transposed into the same position as the first game after 7.d4. Instead of Nabil’s misguided 7…Ne4, Evan played the solid 7…c6, and we had a similarly quiet game. Not too much happened through most of the game; I made motions toward building a big center, but Evan responded appropriately to keep that from happening. When he played 18…cxd4, I decided to switch positional gears by responding 19.exd4 instead of 19.Qxd4.
Both of our armies had been arranged for the position without the closed up d-file, but my sense was that my pieces were more ready to adapt to the new setting. However objectively accurate that sense was, at the very least Evan continued to spend more time thinking in the new scenario. I ended up with some nice positional chances, which I didn’t take full advantage of. We ended up in a level rook-and-bishop versus rook-and-knight endgame, where only Evan’s time trouble proved the decisive factor. He blundered a pawn, and in trying to salvage the situation with little time, ended up losing the knight instead.
So, very unexpectedly, I was on 2/2 coming into the last round, where I had to play black against the very strong NM Alex Heimann, who has a 2400+ USCF rating. We ended up in my pet Philidor Defense, and I was very happy with my position out of the opening. I mean, it was nothing special, but I had an objectively equal position with black, and one that (I thought) I was very comfortable playing. But shortly into the middlegame, I was a little too optimistic and picked the completely wrong plan (starting with 19…Bb7?), one which wasn’t tactically justified, for a reason I really had no business overlooking. It was bad enough that I was objectively lost in short order, and facing an attack that had no answer.
All in all, not a bad Saturday of chess. And in three games against master-level players, I managed to make only a handful of bad or questionable moves. I didn’t really deserve to score as well as I did, but that’s chess sometimes.