When I came back into the team room I told the mom who I had tried to avoid that I won, and got revenge for Houston. She had sensed from my body language and words during our lobby encounter that something more was going on the a simple game of chess. Now I'm 2-0 and the team is pulling for me.
Now I'm 3-0. People kept coming up to me and asking me if I'm going to win the tournament. I really didn't want to talk about it. I felt like I was going to jinx myself if I said anything. I kept telling people I was taking it one game at a time. I didn't sleep well Saturday night because I was nervous about Sunday. I kept waking up every couple of hours. It has been a long time since winning has kept me up at night. I've had way too many Thursdays where some butt ugly loss has kept me awake at night.