Aftermath

i woke up early sunday morning (about 2:00 pm) and happily recognized i made it to my bed and obviously managed to undress before sleeping. So far so good - but what happened before i boozed my brains away late saturday night? I haven't analysed yet, but i feel that i gave away a victory like a birthday-present. Damned!

Did i have to stop the chess-clock by all necessary means......? As i know now the price was way to high. Alas, i didn't get the notation of the chess yet. But i fear somone will have to keep me from commiting suicide as soon as i read it........i still feel i was close about dominating the chess to a devastating victory...... especially now that i know my opponenet can never beat me in boxing (though he showed some funny look-i'm-the-greatest moves)

later on sunday......when the mist slowly disappeared.....i gave back some carbonhydrates and calories to my body.........hunger dominated my entire thinking.......

I hope David and Andrew (who gave me good acompany while i was drowning my frustration in beer and rum - Thanx guys!) made it to their planes in Time. 

My plan for the next days is to stay at the Betty-Ford-Clinic till i'm sober again and then analyse the saturday-match. Perhaps i will have to consult my psychiatrist after that - but anyway i will be back in the ring!

i'm aware i caught my headache at the Bar - not in the ring..........