I once cycled 16 miles from Caerphilly to Aberdare to play a match in the snow (only about 5cm or 2inch) and the opposition did not turn up because of the weather. I cycled back following the curb because there were no road markings visible. Thinking back i must have been dedicated or more likely STUPID..!
Originally posted by aquatabbyWent way out of your way to the wrong place, and still made it back to the right place in time to avoid a forfeit?
Ah yes, because chess players have a reputation for being rugged out-doorsy types.🙂
The only time I almost didn't turn up for a game was due to a misunderstanding with my club captain. He said 'We are playing Southend at home'. I took that to mean their home, not ours. Clearly, every venue is someone's home. Anyway, I battled through bad weather, found ...[text shortened]... .
So I now always double check what 'home' means. I still maintain it's not obvious.
We have another chess player in the house!
Originally posted by kingshillThis is a description of passion, and we can all identify and even see ourselves in it. Chess has that effect on us.
I once cycled 16 miles from Caerphilly to Aberdare to play a match in the snow (only about 5cm or 2inch) and the opposition did not turn up because of the weather. I cycled back following the curb because there were no road markings visible. Thinking back i must have been dedicated or more likely STUPID..!
It is probably a mistake for any of us to evaluate this passion in terms of intelligence or lack thereof- we all know how that is going to end!
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Originally posted by Paul LeggettI am not that passionate or stupid about the game. There have been several times that I stayed home, rather than drive to Columbia to play chess, because of rain.
This is a description of passion, and we can all identify and even see ourselves in it. Chess has that effect on us.
It is probably a mistake for any of us to evaluate this passion in terms of intelligence or lack thereof- we all know how that is going to end!
Originally posted by RJHindsThe older I get, the more I am inclined to be like this, too. As we get older, passion gets replaced by perspective a bit.
I am not that passionate or stupid about the game. There have been several times that I stayed home, rather than drive to Columbia to play chess, because of rain.
Originally posted by paulbuchmanfromficsI've played at some dodgy venues
"I want him DEAD! I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the GROUND!"
Perhaps, I am being a little too dramatic.
I can relate to the story,somewhat. I live 30 miles from the nearest college. They had a club, and it met every Thursday. I emailed the guy the day before, and he said he'd meet me there. I went through some h ...[text shortened]... I finally caught up with him online, he said he figured no one would show in the rain. ðŸ˜
but they are normally dry!
Originally posted by greenpawn34I've travelled away to a home match before, luckily the rest of my team got it right! DOH
When I was team captain I managed to get all my team to
an away venue on the other side of town.
The trouble was it was a home match. 6-0 default and loads of laughs.
http://www.chessville.com/GC/Janaka.htm
More tales of me and my chess team.
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Originally posted by aquatabbyI've done this...turned up at home for an away match. A 25 minute drive around Leicester got me to the venue with 30 minutes gone on my clock (game was 30/60' + 20 for the remainder) and I proceeded to wipe the floor with someone who had crushed me in the reverse fixture earlier in the season. Revenge is a dish best served late...
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The only time I almost didn't turn up for a game was due to a misunderstanding with my club captain. He said 'We are playing Southend at home'. I took that to mean their home, not ours. Clearly, every venue is someone's home. Anyway, I battled through bad weather, found somewhere to park, realised I was on the wrong side of the railway line, found somewh ...[text shortened]... ised my mistake, made it back to our venue just before the 45 minute deadline .. and then lost.