Chess

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It's just a game.

Submitted: October 19, 2018

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I have come to realize chess is an empty game.  I learn to play when I twelve years old.  My older sister Carolyn taught me on the living room couch.  I learn to love the game playing everyone I could get to play me.  My brother Louis and I played often when he was in town on leave from the air force.  But my favorite games were with my brother-in-law, Jim Lee.  My sister Carolyn must have taught him to play as well.  He was good, and we’d spend quiet Sunday afternoons in his library, he drinking black coffee and me sipping on a Pepsi whiling away the hours.  
When I enlisted into the air force myself, I played a few games, but never found someone who enjoyed playing on a continuous basis as I did.  Finally, after getting out of the air force, I joined the local chess club for a while before move away and not playing chess for years.  I was a mediocre player at best in the club.  Years passed and I maybe I played a half a dozen games.  I moved back to my hometown, but the old chess club was defunct.  
Then I read the book, Word Freak, and got interested in Scrabble and joined three different Scrabble clubs.  I fast became a Scrabble enthusiast.  
However, a local chess club was started up again.  I started going attending.  I realized I didn’t enjoy it as I did before.  The game is without the camaraderie that Scrabble has and the talking over the game.  It is just guys sitting looking at the board, usually with very little talking.  Lately, I have sat through a game not looking up and forgetting if I’m playing an adult or a child.  I feel no intimidation because I lost my edge.  I might win one in an evening, but I came to realize after the third night I don’t enjoy the game anymore.  It is lonely.  A room full of people, and I don’t know anyone, probably won’t get to know them.  Even between games, we stand around and never really talk.  And, so I go home empty and wonder why I go.  That is why I say it is an empty game.  It is empty to me!

 


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