A not-so-funny thing’s been happening ever since my rating fell below 900. Yeah, go ahead and snigger. It’s not easy coming back to chess at age 39 when you’ve hardly played since you were 12, at which age you picked up all sorts of bad habits from playing the same color against the same neighbor kid over and over. And it’s not easy getting that rating to go back up when the active players your age are all rated several hundred points higher than you are.
So the thing is, there’s not much action where I live. I’m doing what I can to fix that, but it’s not fast going, so if I want to enjoy rated play on a regular basis, I have to head out of town. It’s typically a drive of between 1½ and 2½ hours each way. As you might guess, once I finally get where I’m going, I want to sit down and play.
Well, a couple of months ago, I drove 2½ hours to play in a three-round Swiss groups tournament. My rating having fallen below that of the second lowest-rated player (924 . . . in a group that went up to 1465), I caught the first-round bye.
In March, I drove to the same club for the four-round Tri-Level. With five players in my section, no one was safe except the top-rated player. I got the bye in the second round.
Today, I drove 1½ hours to a different city for a quad tournament. I figured quads were pretty safe. I figured wrong. There were three extra players, so the bottom “quad” turned into a seven-player Swiss. The other six players ranged from 1112 to 1326. Guess who caught the first-round bye and wouldn’t have a game for the next 3½ hours? Yep. I simply withdrew on the spot – I mean, what was the point? Twenty dollars for two rounds, and a whole day lost? Besides, if I hadn’t withdrawn, two other players would have gotten robbed as well.
Back when I lived in Cambridge, Mass., I got stuck with byes a couple of times, and that wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t quite as bad there: the club was in a cool neighborhood where I could get ice cream or coffee or ribs, and besides, home was just a 15-minute subway ride away. But these byes at the end of long drives are killing me. What’s more, they’re helping to kill my rating: every time I catch an early bye, I get an unearned game point, and the rest of my pairings get commensurately tougher, driving my already low number even further down. It’s getting to the point – maybe it’s already gotten to the point – where it makes no sense for me to participate in any event but an RBO. (My club is holding an RBO in July. Does me no good, though . . . I’m the TD.)
I know that when there’s an odd number, somebody has to get the bye. And I know that the chess world fancies itself a meritocracy and therefore bends over backward to keep the folks on the top of the pile happy. So I don’t expect that the “lowest rated odd player gets the bye” rule will ever change. Nor do I expect that I’ll cease to be the lowest rated odd player anytime soon. I guess I just needed to declaim how very, very weary of this I’m becoming.