Disclaimer: I called the TD to cancel a couple hours before the game since I was still stuck in an L.A. office building on the 48th floor. I called back during the 90+ minutes of rush-hour traffic to say I'd try to make it anyway. I sat down at the board with an empty stomach and my clock already running. I was also annoyed that the board was dirty and the pieces looked like a dog's chew-toys.
"There’s nothing more deadly and nothing more proficient than a happy fighter. Everybody believes that the mean and the surly fighter is the tough fighter, but that’s not true. It's the guy that’s the most relaxed, the guy who loves what he does, and he’s just happy to be in there doing what he does."
My opponent said that he purposely played a dubious opening to force me to think for myself since he thinks that I am heavily booked up on openings. I found that comment rather insulting. You really think your best chance against me is to get a losing position and outplay me from there? Blah.