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fucking leg humpers never die
You have your interests, and yawn at others. You squeal like a stuck pig when the tables are turned, dontcha.
Get back in your tent and ride your trains.
Like sports takes more brains then chess
Hey Joe, how about that game - lol
Chess to you is like a string of pearls to an ape
Whoa, hey easy there!
Also, I read recently that Chess guys are drunken Cigarette addicts.
Only Tal - and no one stood a chance drunk or sober
How bout that game - did ya see it - they kicked the ball - yeah they kicked it
Fucking astounding it was, and then they threw the ball - did ya see it?
Someone caught the ball - did ya see it
How about that other game – did ya see it – they are sitting – still sitting – been twenty minutes now – holy crap this is some interesting sitting – wait, one guy touched a piece, no, he put his hand back – and we’re sitting – ooh, more sitting
Hey Wabbit out that shit, that one guy sitting over there he picked up one of those little toys things and then he moved to a different square, I can’t believe that shit!..and then the other guy he sat and looked at what the first guy did for like 10 minutes!
I guess you simple minded leg humpers would say this about a ball game
Further, being “only a game” is perhaps not really a detriment but a secret
advantage. Chess is one of the great inventions of the human mind, and
its mass appeal through history is owing to its form as a game. Far
fewer would study it in any depth if it were a purely philosophical or
mathematical exercise—or even a religious ritual. But as a game, it cuts
across all cultural and religious backgrounds; it appeals to the
dabbler as well as to the totally dedicated player and student of chess.
What begins as the simple fun of a game, the satisfaction of a win,
matures into the “aha!” of discovery and the sophisticated enjoyment of a
mating combination, and can flower into a highly refined and evolved
appreciation of truth and beauty.
There is a wisdom and medium for self-knowledge and self-development in chess
that is disguised, we might say, in the game. In this respect, perhaps
it is similar to Tarot cards, which conceal wisdom in the form of a deck
of playing cards or fortune telling cards. In both cases, origins are
shrouded in mystery. Does chess have a higher origin and teaching? Or is
it merely a war game? I do not intend to offer a definitive answer, but
I hope to shed some light on how we can relate to chess as if it were a
gift from the “goddess.”
Just fucking with ya Big Duke
Actually, you should read it - it’s good
Today’s puzzle was cute. An object lesson in how doubling yer rooks is not ALWAYS wise.
Specially when they’re on the other side of yer board.
That’s a gudun
head banger fer black
no way out
This one seemed easy to me. I am a chess idiot, haven’t played in decades, and I got this in my first guess.
OK, n00b question… what if the black king’s response is to move a pawn up so he has an escape? My first thought was “if he takes mine, I take his and checkmate, if he doesn’t take mine I move the other rook and checkmate, if he blocks my other rook I take it and basically checkmate on the NEXT move.” If the BK gives himself an out it’s not such a simple puzzle. But he didn’t when I played the puzzle and i dunno why.
Well, assuming you started with Bc8 rather than Rc8, Black can avoid immediate mate by pushing the f or h pawn as you say. But then you just take his b7 rook, winning the exchange, and you should have an easy time converting that material edge into a win.
Ah, of course, the bishop has more uses… this is why I suck (ya I went Bc8 to start thinking I wouldn’t want to trade rooks)