I used to be really fond of chess, mainly because my Dad and me played it a lot. I remember when we played a fathers versus sons game and I caught him in the corner and he tore a muscle in his back and had to stay home for a week. It was the only time I could beat him because I think he was high on pain killers. But my Dad was a absolute shark at the game. He was playing Chess, me I was playing the game called Life.
I haven't picked up a board in about 15 years, my Dad quit player because he just couldn't see the game like he used to.
I doubt I could remember how to play, I doubt I'm smart enough to be good anymore.
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