The World Open Beckons I'm sure all of my loyal readers are dying to read the next installment in my series on what a giant weenie Robert Koons is, and I'm looking forward to getting back to that myself. Alas, I will be driving up to Philadelphia tomorrow to participate in the World Open chess tournament over the weekend. Preparations for the destined-to-be-a-major-assault-on-my-ego trip took more time than I anticipated. Regular blogging will resume when I return next week.
Someone once commented that chess will never appeal to the masses until the masses realize that the joy of removing an enemy's toenail with red-hot pincers pales in comparison with the joy of capturing his pawn on the tenth move, and forcing him, for want of that pawn, to resign on the eighty-seventh.
Someone else once said that the ability to play chess is the sign of high-intellect. The ability to play chess well is the sign of high intellect gone wrong.
I don't actually play all that well, so I guess I'm absolved on that point. The evidence of high intellect gone wrong is that I spend so much time on this blog!
If there are any serious East coast chess players among my readers, and if you're going to be at the World Open, stop by and say hello. I'll be in the U2000 section, muttering about my colossal stupidity in hanging my knight on move 11.