In which Our Hero braves the egos of twits
I used to be really good at chess. I was actually ranked in the USA at one point. I would go to competitions and win (but usually lose) against all different types.

One I thing I couldn't stand was the egos, though. Did you know that chess was classy and that it made you better than everyone else? I wouldn't have known except for the incessant bragging.

My last tournament was years ago in some big cathedral or somesuch. There were the usual tables set up in the main room, and then refreshments and nonsense in the narthex (the proper word for the small space when you first walk into a church).

Well, being a large cathedral the galling chatter of knob-hungry prats echoed and carried throughout the building.

I left early because I couldn't stand the racket of chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.
(jessemoya, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 18:20, Reply)