Another name for this post might be "Dame Disaster".
I will report on my own results at the NJ Open in another post. But here I want to tell about the most exciting part of the tournament for me. Perhaps it might be more accurate to say it was the most fascinating part of the tournament for me. It was fascinating, yet tragic. After observing this event I felt as if there ought to be a lesson in it, but I don't really think there is.
Two of my go buddies were playing each other, and I was watching the very end of the game. Black seemed to have won the game for sure, by perhaps eight or more points. There seemed to be agreement that it was over except to fill the dame and move the stones around. In fact, white seemed tacitly prepared to lose gracefully. Black played a dame. White handed over a stone. Black could have passed, and it would have been over. But black searched for another dame, and found one. White was poised to pass another stones, but decided to find that one last elusive dame. He played a stone. I froze in terror for black as I saw the damesumari from which there was no escape. After a pause white said, "I just saw something.". Black saw it too, and played the move he had to play to minimize his loss, hoping he still had enough to win the game, but knowing in his heart that he did not.
That was yesterday. These two guys actually have to work together today. They not only play in the same club. They also work for the same employer. Luckily there were no hard feelings, but plenty of sympathy to go around for black yesterday.
The take home lesson here, if there is one, might be "Rich men don't seek dame".