Last night's venture at the fight club was pretty spectacular. First, I must digress. I call the chess club " fight club" to my unlearned friends and coworkers who ask where I am going on a Tuesday night with a mysterious looking sack. This description also fits well when I come in looking all beat on Wednesday mornings. But when I have to tell them a 10 year girl beat me at the fight club like last week, that tends to blow the tough guy cover.
Using my gray hair ratio calculator and dividing out any coefficients of Grecian formula, MY assessment was that last night's opponent exceeded my age. I was relieved to know I was going to have a more evenly matched melee. However, He proceeded to set up on the adjacent board ( really showing his age) , began a game and only when HIS opponent's REAL opponent showed up, did he realize he was supposed to be on board 17 not 18. Of course I had no idea who he was until he showed up to play on my board. It cost him 5 minutes off the clock. I offered to reset the clock to be fair.
I played my lame-ass London game to all you nay-sayers out there. But I have flair! He really didn't know what to expect and played "normal" developing moves... which of course... allowed me to quickly deploy my pieces in a general King side direction quicker than mercury escaping a broken thermometer.
After locking up the center, I decided to go bowling. 13 g4! in the game below is just beautiful. He loses a knight or loses the game. But then I give back material ( to be fair... yeah right) while I set up a 3 piece battery on the open g-file. I send another strike down the alley with the h-pawn. I chase his king out towards the center ( after making a mistake 27 Rxg6 was more decisive than Bxg6+). The slam dunk is a king mated on f4.