So Monday evening Andrew wondered if I wanted to play a game of chess.
I did.
But we didn’t get to finish that evening.
After my nap the next morning, I told him we should finish before our visitors arrived. (He was in an excellent position to win and I didn’t want someone knocking over the board.)
Eventually I (playing black) worked my way into this winning position:
Should I capture the pawn with my black rook?
I was quite certain I could win if I made my move be rook captures pawn.
Then I wondered, “What will Andy do if I advance my pawn instead?” So I did.
Then I looked away from the board to relax my neck and eyes. I figured he’d have to think awhile to decide what to do about his perilous, precarious, unenviable position (poor guy).
Not so. I’d barely moved and looked away when I heard the verdict:
Checkmate!
Oh wow! Sure enough!
Changing the perspective does nothing to change the outcome.
And thus Andrew beat me at chess for the first time. Yahoo! (though not dot com).
And to think I had the game in the bag!
Oooops. I see now that in restaging the above portion of the game for this riveting piece of photo journalism, I forgot to move forward that second black pawn from the right. I suppose I’ll eventually set up the board again and reshoot that scene…and then replace the above photo with the correct one…and then remove this paragraph.