Heard it.
Christmas-themed chess joke
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Dec 3, 2012
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TheProfessor wrote:
Heard it.
Yeah, I figured. It's a pretty old one. But still a good one. Maybe the younger players on the site will like it--but then they probably don't know the song.
Dec 3, 2012
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@OP: It's nice, as puns go, but its quality may be further compromised by the knowledge that Capablanca and Lasker both died in 1942 and 1941, respectively, which are almost 50 years before Carlsen was born! 
Dec 3, 2012
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whirlwind2011 wrote:
@OP: It's nice, as puns go, but its quality may be further compromised by the knowledge that Capablanca and Lasker both died in 1942 and 1941, respectively, which are almost 50 years before Carlsen was born!
Thank you for pointing that out! Here I was sincerely under the impression that they were all contemporaries and that they actually HAD played in the city of Metropolis. By the way, the journalist sent to cover the event was Clark Kent, but he was unexpectedly called away before the last round started. No one is sure why; he just flew out of there.
MSteen wrote:
whirlwind2011 wrote:
@OP: It's nice, as puns go, but its quality may be further compromised by the knowledge that Capablanca and Lasker both died in 1942 and 1941, respectively, which are almost 50 years before Carlsen was born!
Thank you for pointing that out! Here I was sincerely under the impression that they were all contemporaries and that they actually HAD played in the city of Metropolis. By the way, the journalist sent to cover the event was Clark Kent, but he was unexpectedly called away before the last round started. No one is sure why; he just flew out of there.
Maybe, you know, you could change the joke to be slightly less awful.
There was a prestigious tournament of GMs held Metropolis. Kasparov, Capablanca, Lasker, Karpov, Carlsen, Fischer--all were in attendance along with dozens of others.
Obviously tensions and egos were at their breaking point, and with every win and loss the GMs gathered in the spacious lobby of the Metropolis Hotel to analyze games, brag of their victories, and and boast that tomorrow would bring revenge.
Gradually their braggadocio reached such a fever pitch that other guests complained of the noisy players drowning out their quiet games of whist and dominoes. So the hotel manager tossed them out.
Why?
He was tired of chess nuts boasting in his open foyer.