I thought i would share that i am learning how to play chess.
I have always been totally baffled by who checks whom and the stalemates and checkmates and the passe something or other‘s and even just reaching a playable level of understanding as to how the chess pieces move ….let alone in relation to my opponents pieces, gives me a secondary headache.
Then a little while back, though i can’t even remember there being a reason for thinking about it, i suddenly decided that I would like to learn to play chess.
I found a great site to practice on, but after a fair few weeks of practice i am still unable to beat the chess computers baby level. Gah!
What my head can’t grasp is that though women are generally incredibly good at multitasking, this woman can not keep her eyes on every one of her opponants pieces and decide where she is going to move her own piece …..and all the while endeavouring to protect my Queen and keep my King out of check.
I appreciate that skills such as these are those that increase with playing Chess more often, but it is extremely flipping frustrating that i am so easily defeated.
Having said that, it hasn’t all been bad.
Wonderboy got very excited when he spotted me attempting to play online chess and he quickly scurried off to find his Lord of the Rings Chess Set which hadn’t seen the light of day since at least three Christmas’ ago.
Of course, I had just come to grips with how virtual chess pieces move and was feeling rather cocky confident….but then Wonderboy lifted the lid off the chess box and placed the pieces on the board… and ….well…how on earth am I supposed to remember that Gandalf is a Bishop and that Smeagol is a Knight and that the Queen of my arch rival is disguised as a Ringwraith? Oh i know they have tenny weeny icons on their bases but i can hardly see them, and i certainly can’t make them out on the dark chess pieces.
Fortunately, Wonderboy hadn’t played in such a long time that he had forgotten a few moves himself and was almost as unsure as i was about *check*, *check mate*, *stale mate* and such red tapery stuff as that…but the best bit of all ?
I beat him!
Being that species known as ‘teenager’, Wonderboy grunted an incomprehensible string of words, then gave me his most hormone laden ‘teenboy glower‘.
He is such a sore loser!