Introduction
Another week has passed since Miles and myself last played a match, but on Saturday, we did.
What can I say about the week we've had together? Well, not a lot really. But, y'know, this is real life and sometimes, not a lot happens. But there are a few crumbs. Miles is still plugging away at his music, good for him. He's improving incrementally every day, and he sounds better and better each time I hear him. Which is ALL the time! He's still missing school but seems to be gaining a slightly more positive attitude about the whole thing, which is encouraging. While at the same time, I have since been reduced to walking with a stick due to my wretched knees and feet which has the undesirable effect of making me look even older than my father. So that's good. I do have to admit that since I was around sixteen years old, I have been looking far older than my years. This is almost entirely due to the fact that I have been going grey since I was sixteen and I am definitely what you would describe as "white haired". But whatever, I've always embraced it. My appearance is usually the least of my concerns. I was never too fussed about how I looked, and these days, I couldn't give my first shit! The stick does make me slightly self conscious, because let's face it, I'm only flipping thirty nine! But hopefully, it's only temporary! In other news, my birthday is coming up as well, which, as I'm turning forty, means I'm officially entering the realm of middle age. I'm sure I keep seeing the Grim Reaper out of the corner of my eye, but most times that's just Faith. Love you Faith!
I'm realising that it's actually rather hard to summarise the week Miles and myself have had as he is the typical teenager and he spends most of his time in the batcave or Satan's lair; namely, his bedroom. So I apologise that that is all I have for you, but Miles, much like his father, is quite the hermit and I can't envisage any form of change in the near future! But, I will however, always report what I can for you beauties xxx
Match Two Results
1. Miles- 269
2. Chris - 207
Summary
I was feeling pretty bloody confident. I had just won the Championships League match and won the League match. For Clarity, I beat the people I was playing with for the League match at the time. This week's match was a split one, so there were players still yet to set their score. But it certainly felt like a win, so I felt pretty good. What a silly boy I am. Miles on the other hand... was Miles. No emotion and no indication of how things were going. He is a steely opponent. Once again, it was a back and forth affair until I started to roll absolutely nothing! I'm not one for making excuses, but it was incredibly late and I had had a lot of booze. Either that or I was burnt out from my two (ish) victories, but whatever it was, my game went absolutely nowhere. Miles on the other hand, kept his cool and made his decisions wisely, ensuring that he was the victor in the match. This didn't sit particularly well with me, as I'm a terrible loser, especially when I lose to my kids, but luckily he didn't gloat. He was far more mature than I would have been in his situation. He just kept silent and quietly basked in his victory. But that doesn't mean that I didn't want to punch him in the face anyway!
Standings
Chris 2 - 3 Miles
Final Thoughts
This little mini tournament is certainly not a done deal. Neither of us can seem to get more than one match in front of the other. This, in my own blinkered view of the world, is proof that the apple really doesn't fall very far from the tree! There's still a long way to go, and you have my word that I will fight to be at the top of the tree at the end of it all. If I don't end up winning, Miles may very well find himself on the missing person's register!
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