The Downward Spiral Continues

I went to Kalispell for the first rated tournament of the new season and played so poorly that I think the only possible reason must be Alzheimer's. Despite keeping my drinking under wraps, I managed to score only one win, two draws, and a loss (which was to a master, but I still could have played better). It's a good thing I treat chess as mere recreation these days, or otherwise I would be losing sleep over this. As it stands, I still had a good time and will continue playing in these tournaments whenever I can, come what may.

The only (partial) game worth sharing occurred in the final round, where I played against a friendly guy visiting from Idaho. After losing an exchange early in the game (by foolishly walking into a pin), I put together a strong attack on his king and could have won on several occasions. The problem is that I was running low on time, not to mention that I've become blind as a bat, so I accepted a draw instead.