

I collect chess sets and he always asks to play with them and plays with them like they toys which aggravates me.
Tonight he asked if he could play and I said no again. I asked him if he really knew how to play and he was not sure if he taught his mother or if she taught him. I figured, I would waste him and put the game away and be done with that.
Game Afoot.
The game started and he began moving his side pawns which was dumb and confirmed my suspicions that he does not know how to play. Two moves later he had my queen. Two moves after that he had my rook. I began to realize I was in trouble. He systematically began taking down my big pieces until I was almost dead. I was on the run and he made one careless mistake that allowed me to win, but I was sweating it. I underestimated how good he was and it cost me. I will never do that again.
I went on to win both games but I was humbled. Touche Mr Blue Jay, and many props to your game
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