You sit at the board and suddenly your heart leaps. Your hand trembles to pick up the piece and move it. But what chess teaches you is that you must sit there calmly and think about whether it’s really a good idea and whether there are other, better ideas. ~Stanley Kubrick
Kyle has been really back on a chess kick lately. I’m the same way, sometimes I just want to play the game and sometimes I forget all about it. When Kyle was three years old, I remember sitting down with him and teaching him to play chess. I never had any reservations about this young man learning the game. At that point in his life, he already mastered Candy Land, Chutes n’ Ladders, and Monopoly Junior. Pushing for Excellence He was also working on puzzles with at least a thousand pieces and he knew his addition flashcards. Again, going back to my same theory, “What’s it going to hurt?” SpyRing is Born – Education Unlocked!
I remember the day, very distinctly when I introduced Kyle, to what will be his longtime love of Chess. I asked Kyle if he wanted to play a game with me and naturally he was all for it. He went through his list of standard games trying to figure out which one was on my mind. Mentioning the game as I passed him to retrieve the box, he gave me a look of ‘What is chess?’ before asking me about the game. I sat down without saying much only “You’ll see” and I gave him a smile and a wink. I went straight to work, placing the pieces on the board. His eyes were wide and curious while examining this intriguing game that he’s never seen before. I will admit that my mysteriousness was making this new experience more dramatic and exciting. Even I was falling prey to it, becoming more excited to play.
Kyle was squirming in his seat with anticipation when I started the role call, introducing him to each of the pieces. First, I unveiled each figure by name and then I followed up with the maneuverability instructions for each piece. Kyle sincerely got it! I even remember letting him go first, which has become an unspoken rule with Kyle over the years. As we moved around the board I would reiterate the moves of some of the pieces, but overall he seemed to understand how to play. Now the strategy behind the game came a little later, but the love of chess was immediate.
In fact, my cousin Casey who is Kyle’s godfather, called and asked me what Kyle wanted for Christmas. I usually try and give him different options and one was a chess game. That Christmas, Kyle received his first chess set and he was excited! I think I played more games of chess than I ever did in my entire life during that time. Casey certainly got his money’s worth.
Now the love of the game never disappeared, it was just stored away for a rainy day. Every once in a while, we would pull out the game and play but Kyle’s video games started to take priority. Then a month ago, while we waited to pick up our take-out dinner, Kyle took my iphone to play a game. This is standard behavior when he thinks he’s “bored” for the whole five minutes of waiting. I asked him, “What are you playing bud?” followed by his response of “Chess.” I said, “Wow Kyle, we haven’t played a game of chess in a long time.” As he remained focused on his game he lifted his head to give me a smile and a head nod.
After dinner, Kyle decided he didn’t want to play against the computer anymore, he wanted to play a game with me on my phone. Now I was a little rusty, but graciously the game highlighted options for my potential moves. That was helpful at first, but then slowly started to irritate me. I will need to look into turning off that feature. It was nice reengaging myself in the game and I really enjoy seeing Kyle using his cranium cavity for more than sending a stick person down a hill in a shopping cart. (Shopping Cart Wars).
Recently, chess has become Kyle’s game of choice. That’s all he wants to play, no video games, no ipod, no Nitendo DS, it’s all about the game of chess. Last weekend my sister was home for her class reunion, Go Wildcats!, and he made her play against him too. Would you believe that more than not, Kyle won against us? Friday night, I played him a game, and I will admit that I was only half paying attention, clearly not taking my opponent seriously. Yep, that bit me in the butt when he crushed me! He didn’t just win, instead of finishing the game when he had me in checkmate, he decided to continue the game to capture as many of my pieces as he could. He displayed his killings proudly, even telling my dad, “Look pap pap, it’s my trophy room.” What a stinker!
When we did a rematch, I reminded Kyle of the dangers of arrogance and cockiness. I could feel it leak through his pores, and I don’t like that at all! He needs to remain respectful and composed. I’ve even explained to him that those traits destroy people and causes them to fail, in everything they do in life. Sometimes I like to take opportunities presented, even a simple situation, and use it as a life lesson. This one was the best example. As we continued with our game, I played like a champ; no more under estimating Kyle, no more distractions and absolutely no mercy! Finally I won! He smiled like a good sport and understood that I knocked him down a peg or two. You know what? Kyle didn’t care. He didn’t get mad, he didn’t make excuses, in fact he commented on how he could improve his game next time. Very impressive!
Every game we played, Kyle was definitely getting better and better. He would even sacrifice certain pieces and set me up for traps to devastate my army. An example, which was flawlessly executed, involved me taking Kyle’s pawn with my queen. It looked like a no brainer, but after his move, I learned it was a set up! Again I under estimated that child, he was learning strategy before my eyes. I wasn’t paying attention to his knight, that is until he rode the horse in to capture my queen. What? Very clever! Great move!
On Monday night after school, while we were eating Kyle set up the chess game again. We started to play before his piano lessons, until we ran out of time. Unfortunately, when I got back to the house, I came to the conclusion that Storm wanted to play too. All the pieces were scattered all over the table, which she is not allowed on, and some pieces were on the floor. As I gathered up the crime scene, I noticed I was eight pieces shy. After I cleaned the house on Wednesday, I found four of the eight missing pieces, which leaves four chess pieces MIA. Where could they have gone? Maybe they are with the mouse and sticky pad? Of Mice and Me…Part 3 Kyle is not going to be happy about this! I’m actually upset for him and kind of nervous to break the news. Maybe it’s time for a new set!
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