Real Drama In A Silly Game Of Chess?

My nerves are shot.  I'm so nervous if I had a milk or a glass of milk in my hand  it would be a milk shake.  And it isn't from Parkinson's either.  It is from what else?  Please the name of this blog is all about what? All together now....chess.  It is an insignificant game nobody cares about it than I but the feeling made my nerves go through the roof.  My opponent struck me through the throat with his sword withdrew his long bladed dagger dripping with blood my blood assassinated my queen I had blundered left it within range of opposition knight to hook my king and queen and I was done.  My  only hope was time as his time was run down to almost nothing;  he had only three moves to go for checkmate.  Seconds were left I moved had all the time in the world to make a move better for me to have him on the ropes and reverse the timing make him wait for  him this time to move in a rush which wasn't his type of game.  This player was even slower than I.  Now who in the dickens cares to know about a silly game of chess?   I do.  This is what counts.