That's okay, thanks for playing, I love having hands with my brothers and sisters.
Just a quick funny story: a few years ago I happened to bring a chess board and my pieces to a get together that the friends were having from an old congregation.
There was a brother there who had been bragging to quite a few of the friends that he had been part of a chess club when he was younger and no one could beat him.
He even said that he had been told by the president of the club that he could be a FIDE rated player and that he should play in tournaments.
A few sisters approached me at this get together and asked me to PLEASE teach this brother a lesson 😂😂. Apparently he had beat quite a few Brothers and sisters over the years and was known as a chess "legend" among the friends.
Honestly, I didn't even want to play him because I know his whole family, my dad is best friends with his brother.
But he quite literally swaggered up to the table and proceeded to tell me that he was sorry for what he was about to do to me 😳
Two of the sisters, (both elderly), looked at me as if to say..."SEE??"
Yeah it wasn't pretty. 😄
His openings were okay, but his middle game was completely terrible. He had won a lot of games based on the strength of his openings, which were actually decent.
I think after about seven or eight games he started turning very red...by that point we had quite a crowd around our table because, as I said, he was a bit of a legend around the area.
I'm not even that good, but he lacked the ability to see the board long-term and he started losing quite quickly after the third or fourth game.
Those sisters were close by, and I'm ashamed to admit that they were heckling him nearly the entire time he was playing...I think that's why he started getting redder and redder, but he certainly wasn't used to losing. I lose quite often at bullet games, it's almost second nature to me at this point. But he was definitely not used to losing, and it hurt his pride.
He didn't even talk to me for nearly a year after that, he avoided me at every meeting I showed up to at my old Hall. But I never knew he played chess, no one had ever told me until we were having that get together and I mentioned that I was going to bring my chess board.
I guess those sisters hounded him for quite a while afterwards, I ended up going to another get together a couple years later and brought my chess board. He avoided me and the table where I was sitting like I had the plague...but again, I fully realize I'm not even that good.
Anyways, my point is that I enjoy the game...it's a distraction for me. I'm okay at it, but there's always room for improvement.