19 Oct 06
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Originally posted by ValmoreIf I remember correctly, my Dad taught me how to play. But, I'm not positive. It was either my mother, my Dad, my step-dad who was a very strong player, or it was my step-grand father who was a master chess player. Anyway, I definitely remember that I was 9 years old, and I saw this kid on the news who had become a grandmaster. He was all over the news. I can't remember the name of the grandmaster. But, I said aloud, "Man, those pieces look cool! MOmmmmmmmm! I want to get some of these!" HAHA No joke! True story! I carried that old plastic set of pieces in a purple Southern Comfort bag and thought it was so wicked. I played all the time. Became obsessed.
Who taught you chess and do you remember the first time you won a game against that person?
Within a couple years I suppose - long time ago for me - I won my 6th grade chess championship and the administration mentioned it all over the intercom at our school. I was thought to be a nerd forever after that by me peers. Every positive thing has a negative consequence, eh? Around that time, I also annihilated my Daddy at the first showing of Superman the movie with Christopher Reeves. We played before the movie came on. In fact, this moment with Daddy was my favorite memory of spending time with him. He always picked the best movies for us to go see. Some of the movies I saw with my Dad: Puff the Magic Dragon, Coccoon, Rocky and Star Wars.
Glad you made this thread. I needed that memory today. 🙂
19 Oct 06
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I was taught by my dad at around six but didn't play much (maybe three or four times a year) until I came on this site a year ago. At age 15 I remember bringing the chess set with me to Martha's Vineyard, and playing my did between the seats in the car while waiting for the ferry. I beat him then and he hasn't played me since. I don't remember the first time I beat him but I remember that game, because I guess he took it pretty hard. 🙁
19 Oct 06
Originally posted by Ramiri15If you ever read the Psychology of Chess (i.e. can get it at the Hawaii State Public Library here in O'ahu like I did) it will theorize that chess enthusiasts who beat their dads at chess go one to keep playing more so than those who are defeated by their dads in their first games. They tie it into a psychological reason by saying that the king and queen reflect the mother and the father. To conquer one's king is the castration of the father figure, which is sort of very sad. I believe this is why chess players are very manipulative, brutal and conceded. They may be nice guys away from the chess board, but let's be honest? At the board, they only aim to conquer and annihilate, even humiliate, though they may smile when they win. Sick isn't it? Oh well, guess I'm sick. I love you, Daddy.
I was taught by my dad at around six but didn't play much (maybe three or four times a year) until I came on this site a year ago. At age 15 I remember bringing the chess set with me to Martha's Vineyard, and playing my did between the seats in the car while waiting for the ferry. I beat him then and he hasn't played me since. I don't remember the first time I beat him but I remember that game, because I guess he took it pretty hard. 🙁
19 Oct 06
Originally posted by powershakerInterestingly enough, my dad could never beat my grandfather at chess, and he has admitted to being discouraged about that fact. However, on our most recent family vacation I gave my grandpa a 4-0-1 drubbing and since then my dad has expressed interest in beating me again. Maybe since I beat my grandpa, my dad views me as a father figure in respect to chess, and is now studying the game in order to metaphorically castrate me 😉.
If you ever read the Psychology of Chess (i.e. can get it at the Hawaii State Public Library here in O'ahu like I did) it will theorize that chess enthusiasts who beat their dads at chess go one to keep playing more so than those who are defeated by their dads in their first games. They tie it into a psychological reason by saying that the king and quee ...[text shortened]... they may smile when they win. Sick isn't it? Oh well, guess I'm sick. I love you, Daddy.
20 Oct 06
Originally posted by Ramiri15hahahah! That's funny!
Interestingly enough, my dad could never beat my grandfather at chess, and he has admitted to being discouraged about that fact. However, on our most recent family vacation I gave my grandpa a 4-0-1 drubbing and since then my dad has expressed interest in beating me again. Maybe since I beat my grandpa, my dad views me as a father figure in respect to chess, and is now studying the game in order to metaphorically castrate me 😉.