It's like water on a duck's back.
The last time I fell for this I was 8. I cared about how well-dressed my Barbie doll was...was her hair pretty enough...did I have all the latest anything for her? The answer was always no. We lived in lean times. Four kids on a professor's salary...and do I even wonder how those ends met? Best not to dig too deep into that bucket of worms...
But, there are the times my Grandfather taught me about Chess. Backgammon was a mystery but Chess I got...I got the dance of the Court...the role of the Rook playing the Castle, the side-stepping Bishops, the truth of the Pawns self-sacrifice. Eight to a row, tighten up the flanks, then kamikaze with the power when it is time...no one ever sees it coming...ever...even when they know the rules of polite etiquette.
When I lose I usually do it on purpose.
Everyone needs to feel important.
I rarely know how I win.
I guess at it.
But, then Chess is about knowing the opponent.
Who expects to lose by following protocol?
Even the beginning is an ending to something.
~AC
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