". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Round 3, Continued

The opening proceeded as expected, with the French Defense. Then, in a surprizing acceleration, moves 18-23 saw a massive exchange of major material moving the players quickly to the end game. Now that the fireworks are done, both players are settling in for the long haul: trying to calculate a win instead of a draw when they are both looking at a rook and seven pawns each. Trevor is down on time, with 23 minutes left to Haskell's 38, but the clock is ticking on Haskell as he considers Magness' slight advantage: Haskell has doubled pawns in an isolated file, putting him at a disadvantage against Trevor's pawn line. Still anyone's game, though.

A little inside baseball: what does it mean when Illinois Champ taps on the top of his Lipton Iced Tea after briefly looking at Coach Dad and then turning his attention back to the board? Time for Dad to go to the Circle K down the road and get more tea!

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