You might not hear me grip about losing as much but for now I am good to go. Today so far it paid off the win is essential for life for in defeat goes forth darkness and despair or the agony and the ecstasy as so it was called back in the earlier decades of sports or contests or war games any kind of contest be it war or what. Hell is losing but for today there was luck in one of the most skilled mental games called chess. So how may I ask that I called it luck today. I don't know what do you take me for a genius? I'm not trying to be smart by playing chess Einstein already established that his expert knowledge in physics gave him that presence. I'm merely a grown man whose boyish fascination with the game of chess taken from my adolescence into my older years has kept the boy within me happy. By winning some of my games or roughly more than half of my games and to improve upon my win/lost ratio I can sense a feeling of well being like I'm headed somewhere important don't know what done the street around the corner where can it be who can it be? Google my last line and it might take you the song and lyrics from West Side Story the song and tune rings within my ears right now.