It Is Not For Passion For Chess?

I may remember this game for the rest of my life and beyond. Had I not won this one I do not know what I would have done. He was marching his pawn down to the seventh square with his rook to escort my knight and rook and king were powerless to stop an onslaught and what looked like certain defeat again for me. His pawns of equal number were poised to move on my defenses and they too I could not stop as they advanced coming closer and closer to strangle the very life of my soul and heart. This was no rank beginner playing his first game he knew what he was doing had he scored a queen with his pawn with one more move certain death would have come to me. But with uncanny timing and a miraculous series of calculations he was stopped dead in his tracks as he fled and retreated with his rook for his very life rather than score a game winning queen with an advancing pawn. The days were wearing on me the bleak and the muck and mire were digesting my very soul and consuming me within.