02 Sep '20 15:10>
In my brick and mortar club, we used to play 15 minute games, and I was pretty good at it, usually doing as well or better than my 1800 USCF OTB rating would suggest.
Now in the COVID world, I have been playing online with my friends and others at chess.com in 15 minute games, and I am horrible. I miss simple things, blunder pieces, and generally move as though I just learned the game.
My friends have been asking me if I am OK, because I play so badly. I think it is because I move way too quickly, as though I am afraid of an online clock more than a regular one.
Occasionally chess.com will tell me that my opponent was cheating ( they catch that stuff), but most of the time I lose because I just played really bad moves.
Sometimes I move quickly and blunder, then sit there waiting for the hammer to fall, but my opponent completely misses it.
That's almost worse, because I get this sense of cosmic absurdity and wonder why I am going through the motions.
I am considering traveling to the Highlands to meet the guru Greenpawn34 so he can metaphysically slap me silly and cure my affliction, but COVID has screwed up travel as well.
Maybe I will just sit on my hands.
Sorry for the ramble, but I am hoping this confessional will have certain therapeutic and cathartic properties. Here's hoping.
Now in the COVID world, I have been playing online with my friends and others at chess.com in 15 minute games, and I am horrible. I miss simple things, blunder pieces, and generally move as though I just learned the game.
My friends have been asking me if I am OK, because I play so badly. I think it is because I move way too quickly, as though I am afraid of an online clock more than a regular one.
Occasionally chess.com will tell me that my opponent was cheating ( they catch that stuff), but most of the time I lose because I just played really bad moves.
Sometimes I move quickly and blunder, then sit there waiting for the hammer to fall, but my opponent completely misses it.
That's almost worse, because I get this sense of cosmic absurdity and wonder why I am going through the motions.
I am considering traveling to the Highlands to meet the guru Greenpawn34 so he can metaphysically slap me silly and cure my affliction, but COVID has screwed up travel as well.
Maybe I will just sit on my hands.
Sorry for the ramble, but I am hoping this confessional will have certain therapeutic and cathartic properties. Here's hoping.