Let man's petty nations tear themselves apart
My land's only borders lie around my heart
— Anatoly Sergievsky
(from Tim Rice's "Chess")
Above: If I mention that I'm winning, does that make me a chess nut boasting by an open fire?
Below: The trophy on the left is the Pomeroy Cup, pertaining to a year-long internal competition at my club. The one on the right is, legibly enough, the "Player of the Year" trophy, which I won a couple of years running, and now must win back — definitely the more important trophy to me as it pertains to greatest net grade increase for the year.