Replayed the game I should have won, 1987

Pulled the old scorebook out this morning and set the board up at the kitchen table. I lost it on move 27 — a quiet rook move I dismissed as passive, and instead of holding the draw I chased a phantom attack. The aching wrist came back just from holding the pieces. Thirty-eight years later and I still can't decide if that's dedication or stubbornness.