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It was an 11 hours drive to get there, and I blundered and lost a winning position.
I told my father it was because I was tired and couldn’t sleep in the car.
“Who taught you to make excuses boy? It wasn’t me. Isn’t your last name Tate?
I didn’t reply.
When we got home, I complained to mom that dad was yelling at me for losing.
They had a heated argument as he explained she’s a female and doesn’t understand the
burden of performance.
“IF I WAS TOO TIRED TO PERFORM, THEY WOULD HAVE KILLED ME”
My mother told me I didn’t have to play chess anymore if dad was going to upset me.
Dad cheered.
“You’re more tired now than you were in that tournament, ain’tcha?”
Tate I replied.
My dad sacrificed his marriage to raise me exceptionally. My mother simply didn’t get it.
I always used to remember this story when deep in the rounds of championship fights.
- Tate