I’ve always got at least one correspondence game going via chess.com on my phone. This afternoon was punctuated by an end game that’s still going on.
Tonight, right when Breaking Bad (season 4; episode 12) ended — in all of its sad and intense glory (exacerbating my sadness and intensity) — I checked to see if there was a chess move (we’re up to 45 now).
My opponent, who never utilizes the chat window, had decided to do just that.
He texted, “You were 2 moves away from mate on move 27. 28 should have been: Qf8 then Rf8#.”
Not “Really” as in “I’m questioning the truth of your statement.” No.
Really? As in: Dude, you need to tell me this now? Now that we’re down to five pawns between the two of us?
I hadn’t even protected her, really, I traded her.