When is a stalemate as good as a win? In my case, after six months of weekly chess matches with my father when my typical performance is met with, “That was a great game…you had me on the ropes for a while, but then things turned around.” Or something like that. A couple of weeks ago Dad and I altered our weekly ritual of Als for burgers and fries followed by chess and instead we played at the Friends of the Stern Center Annual Card Party. This was the first year they chose to add chess to the festivities. And we replace fast food with delectable desserts. Early on into our match I became aware that I was controlling the action, and as things progressed and the board thinned out, I could actually feel my heart beating a bit faster recognizing, “I’m actually going to win this, and with an audience no less.” Alas, you know from my opening sentence that I did not. At the moment when he successfully dodged the loss, I was so disappointed that I left my chair and clapped my hands, much to the dismay of the ladies still quietly bidding at nearby tables. In short order, however, I rationalized that finally I hadn’t lost. Maybe I just need dessert and an audience!