Ramblings of the Subpatzer...
One of the strtengths of chess is that the truth of chess strength is evident.
Talk is nothing. I can call something the King's Indian Defense. I can blather on about ranks, files, and color complexes. I can claim an advantage by posessing the two Bishops. I can use terms like Philidor's or Lucena's position. But it only means I am literate, not strong.
I can own great equipment and have hundreds of chess books. That does not make me strong.
I can know great chess players. If I had breakfast with Carlson, lunch with Aronian, and dinner with Anand, it would not make me a strong chess player.
Only good moves matter.
So when I overlooked my Queen en-pris, it is not a problem with the French defense. It is a problem with me.
Caissa will not flatter me. Instead she flattens me.
And I have no one to blame but myself!
Kiss me Caissa!
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