Not Your Average Chess Game

One time in a cowboy bar in Wyoming, I was challenged to play a game of chess by a bare-chested biker wearing leather pants and golden chains.  Not kidding.  Half way through the game he started to fling his arms in the air yelling, “I’m coming to get you! I’m coming to get you!”.  Unnerving.  He beat me.   I hate being beat, so we played again over shots of tequila.  I lost.  Again. This is not that game.

This game involved children.  It was outdoors.  The board was unusual. The stakes low.  Bragging rights high.

But the company was good.

 

 

 

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Crazed writer living on the coast of Maine! Attempting to blog daily in fifteen minutes or less.
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