This is the scene of my floor most days – this board, now battered and dented with game after game of either chess or checkers – as they each study new tricks to defeat the other. One a master of chess, one a master of checkers, like the chalk and cheese they are.
We don’t have ‘games’ now – we have tournaments – the best of 21…. best of 51 … best of 101.
And I can’t beat either of them.