I was playing a little kid last winter at the Sturbridge classic. I like to watch what people write down for there moves, as it gives me a few extra minutes to work the board out. Well she catches on to that (smart kid), and hides whats she's writing. The game progressed, and she was down a pawn and a night and in an obvious losing position, so she started offering me a draw everytime she moved, to which I replied" why? I'm winning". The coup de grace was when she moved a knight that caused me to push a pawn to avoid losing a rook. She again covered her pad so I couldn't see what she wrote. I thought the move over for about 5 or 6 minutes, made my move, and then she cries foul and said I moved the position of her knight. Ha ha the little cheater thought she could get away with it. The controller came over took a look at the board, looked at my pad, and hers, found they didn't match, and reset the board to where it was before she moved her knight.
what really pissed me off is that her father was very indignant about his kid never cheating, and went on and on about he taught her how to play, blah blah blah. meanwhile she tried every low life club trick to get a win. She said that my castle was illegal (she swore I touched the rook first) the controller ruled in my favor. She even asked me what I was reading, hoping I'de take the book out of my bag during the game. Turns out he was rated lower than her...only at marginal 1050 player at best. he lost every single game.
He taught her chess, I wonder if he taught her how to cheat as well😞
Originally posted by duecerI thought writing down the move before moving wasn't allowed anymore anyway?
I was playing a little kid last winter at the Sturbridge classic. I like to watch what people write down for there moves, as it gives me a few extra minutes to work the board out.
Either way ... this reminds me of a story involving Fischer and (I think) Tal but I can't remember the details.
Anybody got a clue what I'm on about who can fill in the gaps?
Originally posted by Fat LadyYou know for most people i've observed who have amazingly poor personal hygiene or are just rank unpleasant in various ways ...
Yes, farting seems to be the new blowing smoke in your opponent's face to those who need to resort to those sort of tactics.
the real tragedy is that they don't seem to be using it as a weapon to put the opponent off - they've just got very poor inter-personal skills and are rampantly bad at life.
Mercifully this sort of thing still rare in chess circles (though much more common there than in general life)
Originally posted by duecerI thought this was not allowed although not sure what the penalty might be.
I was playing a little kid last winter at the Sturbridge classic. I like to watch what people write down for there moves, as it gives me a few extra minutes to work the board out. Well she catches on to that (smart kid), and hides whats she's writing. The game progressed, and she was down a pawn and a night and in an obvious losing position, so she started of ...[text shortened]... ery single game.
He taught her chess, I wonder if he taught her how to cheat as well😞
How surprising that people even try to cheat OTB.
Originally posted by JonathanB of LondonI know the story you're on about Jonathan -I have it here in The Life and Games of Mikhail Tal.
I thought writing down the move before moving wasn't allowed anymore anyway?
Either way ... this reminds me of a story involving Fischer and (I think) Tal but I can't remember the details.
Anybody got a clue what I'm on about who can fill in the gaps?
Basically, as Tal relates it, they reached a critical position and Fischer wrote down the winning move on his scoresheet and half-pushed it towards Tal, as though "...asking for an endorsement".
Unsure how to react without giving the game away, Tal decided to go for a wander and stopped to talk to Petrosian-they shared a joke and Tal laughed.
Fischer eventually changed his mind and made an inferior move which allowed Tal to escape with a draw. After the game Tal asked Fischer why he changed his mind, and Fischer replied, "Well, you laughed when I wrote it down!".
Originally posted by JonathanB of London"Every player has his own habit: one will first make his move and then write it down, while another will do things the other way around. Incidentally, in recent years Fischer has actively objected to this 'other way round', expressing the opinion that a scoresheet is not a black-board for writing down exercises. However, in our game Fischer first wrote down the move 22.Rae1!, without a doubt the strongest, and wrote it not in his usual English notation but in European, almost Russian! Then he not very deftly pushed the scoresheet towards me. 'He's asking for an endorsement', I thought to myself, but how was I to react? To frown was impossible, if I smiled he would suspect 'trickery', so I did the natural thing. I got up and began to calmly walk up and down the stage. I met Petrosian, made some joke to him, and he replied. The 15-year-old Fischer, who was essentially still only a large child, sat with a confused expression on his face, looking first at the front row of spectators where his second was sitting, and then at me.
I thought writing down the move before moving wasn't allowed anymore anyway?
Either way ... this reminds me of a story involving Fischer and (I think) Tal but I can't remember the details.
Anybody got a clue what I'm on about who can fill in the gaps?
Then he wrote down another move. 22.Qc6?, and after 22...Rd7 23.Rae1+ Be7 24.Rxf7 Kxf7 25.Qe6+ Kf8! 26.Qxd7 Qd6 I held on to my extra piece and adjourned the game in a won position. When I later asked Fischer why he hadn't played 22.Rae1, he replied: 'Well, you laughed when I wrote it down!'" - Mikhal Tal
This is taken from a forum post on Chessgames.com. I'm guessing the original text is from Tal's own book - 'The Life and Times of Mikail Tal'. The game was Fischer-Tal, Belgrade 1959.
Originally posted by greenpawn34Well, here in California there aren't that many slobs at my club and most people are nice. We even have a guy coming in a suit sometimes to offset the slobs. 🙂 I wouldn't give up on OTB because of a few rude people. If we were to take this attitude to all of life, we would not go out of the house.
~TONY~ on other post states he wished he lived and played in the UK
as the American players all seem to be slobs.
We have own fair share of slobs as well.
I once sat down at a board and my overweight opponet unwrapped a
packet of sandwiches, opened a bottle of pop and had a picnic at the chess board.
He ate with his mouth open and slurped hi ll tell you when it's a draw."
Anybody else had cause to speak to their opponent OTB.
Originally posted by Fat LadyConfess (and do not leave out any of the details).
As for fist fights at the chess board - I have seen two. To my shame I was one of the protagonists both times!
Most of the trouble and 'moments' I have seen have come from
league matches. I've been playing league chess since 1975.
So these were a few odd cases - most of the time the matches were enjoayable encounters.
So don't let these rare tales put anybody off joining a club and playing OTB.
Have I ever told you about the time when my opponent pulled out
a knife and carved 'The Ruy Lopez Sucks' on the chessboard?
I played 1.d4!
Jie.
Slob is in dictionary. slovenly, rude, unattractive, lazy person.
1) I was playing for Fareham (or maybe Titchfield?) in the Hampshire Junior Chess League. I think I was 16 years old. We were playing the strongest team, Basingstoke, and I was being thoroughly done over by their top board who outgraded me by quite a margin. Towards the end of the game he started taunting me and by the time I resigned I felt completely humiliated.
Fast forward one month to the re-match. I was playing the same opponent, but this time I was angry! I played the game of my life and was a couple of pieces up before I knew it. Obviously I started to give him some of the abuse he had handed me the month before, but with interest (I've always been a Grandmaster at insulting people).
He lost it completely and jumped up saying that if I didn't shut up he would beat the clap out of me. This caught me by surprise and without thinking I gave him an almighty smack in the face.
We were jumped on by the adults nearby, dragged outside and given a lecture about what a bad example we had shown the younger kids blah blah blah. His team manager told him to resign the game, which he did.
I went home happy as Larry. I had outplayed my much-hated rival over the board and given him a fantastic bruised cheek to boot. Does chess get any better than this?
I suppose I might as well give his name - it was Mark Peckham. His team manager, Joe French, is still actively involved in junior chess in Hampshire and I see him quite regularly when I take my son to tournaments. My team manager, Steve Pothecary, has recently rejoined Fareham Chess Club, so maybe DragonFire could ask him if he remembers the incident?
2) This was a strange one.
I was playing for Hackney Chess Club. I must have been about 20 years old. We were playing our big rivals, Kings Head. I had been outplayed by my opponent and at the end of the session it was two knights and two pawns vs one knight and one pawn.
It was in the days of adjournments and I had to seal a move. It seemed hopeless, but I thought I saw a possible way out of it involving sacrificing my knight for one of his pawns and then winning the other with my king. As I tried to work it out my opponent piped up "What are you thinking for? It's hopeless". I told him to kindly be quiet (using at least three swear words) but he started whining again - clearly he didn't want to play a second session when the game was clearly won for him. I stood up and aimed an extremely hard punch to his nose.
Fortunately (I was very strong in those days and used to enter power lifting competitions) it missed completely and his team captain, Chris Fewtrell (still an active player) jumped on me from behind and held my arms back. My opponent saw his chance and rushed at me. I lifted both feet off the floor and pushed him away. It was mayhem for a few seconds, but eventually order was restored. My opponent was ushered away and I eventually sealed my move.
Obviously I wasn't going to resign after this, so a few weeks later we resumed the game. The first thing my opponent did was apologise and offer to buy me a drink. Unfortunately I was just a kid and decided to sulk, spurning both his apology and pint.
We played on the game in silence. It went exactly as I had planned - and I managed to sac my knight for one of his pawns and rush my king to the edge to win the other. However, to my horror, I realised that I if I took his last remaining pawn as it queened he had a forced mate with his two knights! It was so pretty that I played the moves out and allowed the mate.
It really was a fantastic finish and we shook hands and discussed the game for a few minutes. He offered me a pint of friendship again, but, to my shame, I put on my sulky hat and spurned him. I went downstairs and joined a group of friends whilst he left the pub without even having a drink himself first.
I'm more ashamed of my behaviour in the aftermath of this incident than I am about almost anything else in my life. And I can't even remember his name.
