My favorite game represents a bitter irony. I’m passionate about the game in question, which equates to loving it, but I would prefer my car get stolen to losing at this particular game. A participant, if they fail to strategize correctly, can reach a point during the game when they realize cosmic justice is a fairy tale, the world is merciless, and they are doomed to hear the uttered words “Check mate.” I’m proficient at chess, and win far more than I lose, but chess, for me, has a pernicious component: losing makes me feel like my intellect was shattered and my soul was stolen. But I love it!
Another interesting chess irony: For a game that’s played while sitting down, the movies made about chess tend to be intense. If I may, I’d like to recommend the movie “Searching for Bobby Fischer,” starring Joseph Montagna, Ben Kingsley, and Lawrence Fishburn.
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