Remember when you were young
Do you remember when you first began to play chess? Teaching youngsters bring back those thoughts. Remember when dropping a piece was not the end of the game? It was more than likely your opponent would drop at least one piece, too. First you would be winning and then your opponent would have the won game, although having a won game did not necessarily mean the game would be won.
I would like to present to you a game played by my group this past Tuesday. There are four groups and mine is right below the top group, taught by High Plains Vest. My job is to get them ready to deal with the Drifter, a tall order, indeed! For the game I divided my group into two teams. I named a captain, who then gave each of his/her (for one of the captains was a girl) members a number, and that member made that move. They alternated, from one down to five, and started again. I hoped the captains would have the weaker members open the game, but, alas, they each picked themselves for number one.
I hope you enjoy the game as much as I did. I only wish I could describe to you the emotion, the looks, the heartbreak and the sheer joy my students showed while playing this game. After being in class all day, it is imperative to make chess fun. Fun it was!
1. e4 g5 2. d4 Bg7 3. Qh5 Nc6 4. Qxg5 Nf6 5. Qxg7 d6 6. Qxh8+ Kd7 7. Qg7 Qe8 8. Bc4 d5 9. Qg4+ Nxg4 10. exd5 Nxd4 11. Be3 Nxc2+ 12. Kd1 Nxa1 13. Bg5 f6 14. Bb5+ c6 15. dxc6+ Kc7 16. Bf4+ Kd8 17. c7# 1-0
"Shine On You Crazy Diamond (I-V)"
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun./Shine on you crazy diamond./Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky./Shine on you crazy diamond./You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze./Come on you target for faraway laughter,/ come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!/You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon./Shine on you crazy diamond./Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light./Shine on you crazy diamond./Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,/rode on the steel breeze/.Come on you raver, you seer of visions,/ come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!