Reassembler regular Greg K and I are paired next Tuesday at the Metrowest Chess Club. On Board One. USATE grudge match. Serious clash of the titans.
(p.s. many thanks to Igor, Denys, Vigorito etc for not showing up so we can sit there for one week.)
Obviously I’m going to kick Greg’s butt, and by ‘obviously’ I refer to the fact that he’s significantly higher rated, more talented (he was a youth star in spite of the fact that he didn’t like chess), more intuitive, taller, working in a more lucrative profession, living in a nicer town, etc.
Okay. The truth of the matter is I don’t get trash talk. In spite of its high standing in society today. Seems to me that when two sports fans start jawing before a game about how their team is going to whoop the other team, AT LEAST one of the two fans is guaranteed to end up looking like an idiot. (Unless it’s a sport that allows ties. But what kind of sport would that be?) But see, that’s partly because I’m sadly literal and so to me when you say “we’re #1!”, that’s an empirical claim that can verified or refuted. I don’t get chanting “we’re #1!” when you’re #27.
Anyhoo after my best attempt at trash talk before a chess game, I’m the one who looked like an idiot (’cause I didn’t show up.) So aside from saying obviously (and by ‘obviously’…) I’m going to kill Greg, I think I’ll leave the trash talk to somebody else.