I can have fun even if I'm losing

Dec 11, 2016, 9:30 PM |

I was able to spend a couple hours with my 8-year-old son on my day off a few months ago, and I took him to Starbucks along with a cheap, three-in-one game set. We could have played checkers, backgammon, or chess. Caring little for backgammon, and flipping a mental coin between the others, I decided to teach my son chess. And when I say teach, I mean explain the ways in which the pieces can move, and then, "first move the pawn that's in front of the King, I think."


I had played some chess in elementary school, but come on, that was 25 years ago, and I wasn't any good then. Regardless, my son and I were instantly hooked. 


We taught my five-year-old son, and before you know it, the whole family is at it. I think that I've gotten a little better over my time playing on chess.com and some other apps that I won't mention. It's gotten to the point, though, that the interest is worming its way into every category of my free time. As a full-time salesman and family man, and part-time soccer blogger/podcaster/commentator, it would make sense that I temper my new obsession a bit, while allocating a little time to the thing I'm decent at: writing about the things I'm no good at. 

So, I don't know if I'll continue to blog here, but I'm easily goaded, so please send me your messages of encouragement or disdain, either way. And reach out for a game anytime. I'm sure I'll be sitting at a few red lights this week.