It’s funny, this, our mind

As a child, I loved playing Chess and Monopoly. I’d play against my Dad, and lose every time. Dad never “Let us win”, you see, he believed we weren’t handicaps, in fact, we were at an advantage as we were still children and children are, by far, “the most intelligent beings on this planet”.

Well, I played against majority of the boys in my school and won majority of those Chess matches. So came inter-school Chess. The first real match involving prizes and all, and what happens, I lose in round one against a girl.

Let me explain. She was slow. PAINFULLY slow. And I needed to pee. Now, I know this sounds like a terrible excuse to lose. But there I was telling her which moves to make to speed up the game and she wouldn’t make them saying I was “playing with her mind” and then SHE JUST WOULDN’T MOVE THE DAMN PAWN!!! Sorry about cursing the Pawn, considering they’re the only ones who can bring back the dead. And every time I asked the supervisor if I could go to the bathroom, he said it was against the rules of the game. So 45 minutes and three moves into the game, I peed myself.

And since then I have never even looked at a Chess Board. Until dad died. And my brother comes, leans against the bedroom walls and asks “Anybody for Chess?” But the question is pointed at my mother, I figure it’s his way to cheer her up after weeks of mourning. “No.” So he shrugs and looks at me, one eyebrow cocked and all, looking smug as if he’d kick my ass, so I agree.

It was a tie, and I’m not lying, but it was enough to break the ice. Now every time I enter the game room the first thing my eye falls on is the Chess Board. Moral of the story: Play Chess guys.