Last night I won a round of Baroque Chess against a guy in the office who used to play it in college. It definitely makes for an interesting game, and is WAY different than chess, that’s for sure.
A bunch of the guys here at work (and a couple of the ladies, on occasion) and I have taken to playing chess, go, and Tic-Tac-Check every day at lunch. (I’ve been getting way better at Go, which I’d only ever played once or twice before.)
Anyway, after work I went home and had “family night” with my dad and siblings. (The usual Thursday night activity.) I taught my dad tic-tac-check as I had been meaning to do for the last few weeks, and beat him soundly. (He was watching Much Ado About Nothing at the time, and was kinda distracted.) After the movie was over, and toward the end of the night, I challenged my dad to a game of regular chess…
Let me step back for a moment and give you some history. My dad taught me to play chess. Despite playing it fairly regularly (like once every couple of weeks for at least a year or two) I was never able to beat him unless he spotted me at least a couple of pieces. Usually he would spot me his queen, and still waste my ass.
So last night, about 9:30 (which is normally his bedtime), I beat my dad at chess in a fair match for what was, I think, the first time ever.
Christopher says this means I’m finally a man now. I don’t know how I feel about it, but I definitely find myself making excuses for him. (It was late, he wasn’t really focused, he hasn’t played in years…) It’s not that big a deal, really, I mean, it is just chess, after all.
Nice work, manly.
i really want to make some punny comments about your chess hair.
I think that it is definately an accomplishment. Screw all the excuses, if he was dumb enough to play you when he was “insert excuse here”, than he deserved to loose:)