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by bumble_Archive
Sigh...
My teacher put me into a chess tournament in the 3rd grade. It was the 3rd grade and for fuck's sake, I was happy just to know how the friggin' Knight ("horsey") moved and that you were supposed to get the King.
I had beaten my brother a bunch, but I guess that didn't mean much - some floppy-brown-haired boy beat me in the first round with some trick trap gizmo. I was crushed; I hadn't known trick moves existed. When I got home, I was made fun of a lot for losing. Yup, buncha jerks. I didn't play again for years.
The next time I played chess was about four years ago, with a friend of mine who was really good - ranked at something-or-other. It was fun because he explained what my good instincts were and where I needed work. He told me that I had him running for quite a spell. I had no idea and, of course, he ended up crushing me, but I had a great time. Another drunken night, I actually won a couple of games - with his having a strong handicap.
So, I wouldn't mind giving chess another go. Just keep floppy-brown-haired boys away from me. NC