… Is not the most enthralling one, but it does give hope to parents whose children seemingly abandon the game when video games and poker come around.
I started when I was 7, and my cousins taught me the completely wrong rules of the game in order to be able to win (or because they didn’t, you know, actually know the actual rules of the actual game).
“The ‘Castling’ maneuver is where you get your castle onto the opponent’s back rank and then wipe out all their pieces that are still on that rank in one turn. The game ends when your opponent loses all their pieces.”
When I was 8, my Dad taught me the moves. He didn’t teach me much else though, and he unfortunately wasn’t very good at teaching in general. As a result, I got beaten again and again at this game, with very little understanding of what I did wrong or how to improve. “You lost too many pieces”, “You have to be more careful”, he would say, but he wouldn’t really take the game that seriously.
When I was 13, I played at my middle school’s Chess Club in the UAE, just before I moved country. These people were slightly better or way better than I was at chess, and it’s here that I began to realize the game is not for the faint of heart. People were actually putting together one or two-move combinations and I began to realize there was actual thinking involved and not just “I move then you move then oops, you lose.”
When I was 14, I played my buddy at chess repeatedly and lost time after time, each time slowly getting better at the game. I didn’t know how truly consistent someone could be at this game until I played Daniel. It’s as though he had some sort of secret weapon, about which I had no idea.
When I was 19, I played a chick at a party and got instant respect for obliterating her at chess. She was at least 4 years older than I was, though, and seeing someone. Nuts.
When I was 20, my buddy Calin reintroduced me to the game and taught me the fundamentals. Not only did he teach me how to attack, blunder check, and visualize, he also got me a copy of ChessMaster 10, a learning tool that I still use to this day, since returning to the game. I continued with this until my buddy convinced me that I should be playing poker and not chess.
When I was 22, I beat my med school buddy at a chess game in a cigar lounge. It reeked of smoke, he did not want a rematch, it was not close.
When I was 30, I played chess in Costa Rica, after a Significant absence from the game, and ended up meeting people who were kind enough to pay for my dorm bed, lunch, dinner and a movie that day, since I had run out of money after losing my wallet. This re-ignited my interest in the game, and I’ve been trying hard at it ever since. “Trying hard” means different things to different people, all it means to me is that I try to do at least a few tactics exercises a day, a few pages of my book when I can, and play a game or two and learn from them when possible. When I played GM Daniel Campora Sr., one thing he mentioned to his 2100-level son while he was playing he at 3-minute blitz in Prague is that I “Get better every time”. Shrug, maybe I should play more blitz haha. One thing’s for sure, I am way more into the game now than I ever was when I was a kid, and I sincerely doubt I’ll ever put it aside again.
– Jeremy