Yeah. I misunderstood. Saw this earlier and thought the title meant that the grand master played the part of trash talking hustler for amusement to the crowd. But he played against the trashtalker.
Trashtalker moved opponent's knight to an adjoining attackable square then attacked it. Hidden by his hand.
It never occurred to me to try to pull crap like that. Your opponent knows where his pieces are. Backtracking would show it cannot be on that square as each move changes the color of the square available to the knight.
A Belgian Sheepdog shower played top level chess. He had books with paper pieces tucked into slots of chess board pages. Each page a different game with a prisoner. At the time before internet the games were played through the mail. They took very long.
I had been playing Bob Salazar daily and he is quite rough but he's stuck in his ways at his level. We both were. The Belgian Sheepdog showing guy kicked my ass royally right off the bat. You see how the master just moves across the board and suddenly has his opponent in trouble to the point he must cheat to get by. That's how this Sheepdog guy was. He was so far advanced beyond our level he couldn't help us by paying us. He'd just keep kicking our asses royally and there was nothing we could learn from it. Or. Everything we learned was useless against him. He's not a different league from us. He's on a different planet. A different galaxy. That and then becoming so grossly competitive at Breckenridge instead of having a great time skiing, so dementedly out of character. I gave it up. I have two fine sets. You can have them.
File this under creative winning: I realized that Clue was a pretty silly game because you only had the clues you gathered, and everyone else had their individual clues. So just for fun, I peeked at the clue sheets of other's who were not guarding them well. That gave me much more info to solve the crime. After a couple wins I confessed.
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Damn, like watching ice hockey, I can't follow the puck. Cool and funny vid, thx, Lem.
Yeah. I misunderstood. Saw this earlier and thought the title meant that the grand master played the part of trash talking hustler for amusement to the crowd. But he played against the trashtalker.
Trashtalker moved opponent's knight to an adjoining attackable square then attacked it. Hidden by his hand.
It never occurred to me to try to pull crap like that. Your opponent knows where his pieces are. Backtracking would show it cannot be on that square as each move changes the color of the square available to the knight.
A Belgian Sheepdog shower played top level chess. He had books with paper pieces tucked into slots of chess board pages. Each page a different game with a prisoner. At the time before internet the games were played through the mail. They took very long.
I had been playing Bob Salazar daily and he is quite rough but he's stuck in his ways at his level. We both were. The Belgian Sheepdog showing guy kicked my ass royally right off the bat. You see how the master just moves across the board and suddenly has his opponent in trouble to the point he must cheat to get by. That's how this Sheepdog guy was. He was so far advanced beyond our level he couldn't help us by paying us. He'd just keep kicking our asses royally and there was nothing we could learn from it. Or. Everything we learned was useless against him. He's not a different league from us. He's on a different planet. A different galaxy. That and then becoming so grossly competitive at Breckenridge instead of having a great time skiing, so dementedly out of character. I gave it up. I have two fine sets. You can have them.
File this under creative winning: I realized that Clue was a pretty silly game because you only had the clues you gathered, and everyone else had their individual clues. So just for fun, I peeked at the clue sheets of other's who were not guarding them well. That gave me much more info to solve the crime. After a couple wins I confessed.
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