Skip to main content

Be Careful Playing Chess With The Old Man At The Park

https://elements-video-cover-images-0.imgix.net/files/630ac30a-434b-43fb-a308-1d1dbab3c8d0/inline_image_preview.jpg?auto=compress%2Cformat&fit=min&h=394&w=700&s=ea97b968761b13409a6beaceba538716

I have always prided myself on being a good chess player. When I was a little younger, in my early teens, I gained quite a bit of notoriety as a "wunderkind" reaching masters and punching well above my weight class in Chess circles. I moved away from Chess in my late teens, and just like every other muscle, if you do not stretch and flex it, you lose it. I might not be the master I once was, I still play blitz and rapid, and enjoy the casual match. Definitely no tournaments for me though.

Speed chess in the park is arguably one of the most fantastic experiences one can experience. You never know who you meet, what sort of playstyle you will be going against, what experience level the player across from you has, if they are classically trained or not. The possibilities are endless. On top of this, you get to have a genuine human connection without technology which in this day and age is such a rarity. I have made it a habit of at least once a week coming down to the park to play, at least for an hour or two, just because of how much enjoyment I get from playing one of my favourite childhood games with strangers, for nothing more than bragging rights.

Yesterday wasn't any different, I made my way down to the park, holding my portable wooden chess set and went down to the tables. Mondays were always hit or miss, either tons of people playing or nobody. On this particular Monday, it was unfortunately the latter. The only person at the tables was this elderly man that I had never seen before. I casually walked over to him, and introduced myself:
"Hey there, I'm Brian. Care for a game?" I said, while extending my hand, my chess set tucked under my opposite arm.
"Hello Brian, glad to play you." he said, shaking my hand and extending his arm inviting me to sit across from him.
"My pieces or yours?"
"yours. You aren't ready for mine." the man said while grinning at me. That caught me off guard, but I decided to let it go. It's just a game after all.

I set my pieces up, and he his. Just like that, the game was on. I was playing White, and started my standard kings pawn opening. He countered with his, and I developed my pieces in the standard Spanish game.
"A student of theory I see." The man grinned again. "you've been playing this game for a while, I can tell. Just not quite as long as I have." the man said, while winking at me.
"I've dabbled in my fair share of matches." I replied, while moving my knight. Something about this man's demeanour unsettled me, yet I could not place it. It wasn't for another couple of moves that I realized that he wasn't looking at the board at all, just at me.

"Brian, you said your name was?" The man asked, his gleaming eyes pointing daggers directly at mine.
"Uhh, yeah. I'm just now realizing you never gave me yours." I replied, my confidence beginning to falter.
"I go by many names, but my friends call me Scratch."
"Am I your friend?"
"We are old friends actually Brian."
"Did we meet back when I was playing tourneys on the national circuit?"
"Something like that." He smiled again. I was rapidly becoming more and more unsettled, and it showed on the chess board. My positioning was crumbling, and he began methodically advancing his pieces.

"What is this attack? I've never seen it before." I said, trying to change the topic.
"You can call it. . . personally developed. Slow and deliberate. no matter how long it takes" He paused as he moved his bishop to take my Rook. "the pieces will fall. It is one of the absolutes of this game."
"I will not go down that easily though." I replied, checking his king with my Queen.
"No you will not." Scratch chuckled while moving his king out of danger. "You will live a long and fruitful life and die peacefully in your sleep next to your wife."
"My wife?" I laughed as I replied. "I am incredibly single and don't have any prospects of a relationship."
"For now, yes. Give it a few years."
"How can you be so sure that I will get married and die in my sleep?"
"Lets just say I have it on good authority that you will make it into your 70s."
"I am not in the business of trusting strangers on a park bench I've just met while playing Chess."
"I've already told you, we are old friends."
"Sir, I do not believe that I have met you before."
"We've met. It was the night you drowned." He said, while capturing my queen. "Check."

When I was 10 years old, my family was having a bonfire, and I went into my backyard to grab another piece of firewood. I had tripped over the garden hose which was haphazardly laying next to our pool, hit my head, and fell in. Officially I had been dead for four minutes, but my dad, who was a paramedic, managed to resituate me before going to the hospital. The thing is, nobody except close family knew about this. I didn't even tell my close friends. They only knew that I hit my head and had to go to the hospital.

"Who are you? Did you work in the hospital?" I replied.
"Like I said, I am an old friend. Checkmate." He said as he moved his queen. He was right, I missed the checkmate and moved to attack instead of defend.
"But, who are you?" I repeated, still dumbfounded.
"I think you know who I am" He said, winking again.
"But if you are. . . Death, and you say that I am going to die of old age, why are we talking now?" I asked flatly, still dumbfounded the words left my mouth.
"Because I am not here for you. I'm here for her." Scratch said, pointing at an old woman sitting underneath a tree. She wasn't ready to go quite yet, and I knew you'd be here, so I fancied a match."
"why play me if you knew you were going to win?"
"I always win, but I love a battle."

After that, the man got up and walked over to the woman. I don't know when he left, but I waited. It was only 20 or so minutes before the ambulances had began to roll up. I found out later she managed to call 911 with concerns of a heart attack before she passed. I have been at a loss for words the past day, and thought that writing this out would help me process what had transpired. As I am finishing this, I still feel uneasy, but I will leave you with this parting lesson:

Be careful when playing chess with old men at the park. 

---

Credits

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Wish Come True (A Short Story)

I woke up with a start when I found myself in a very unfamiliar place. The bed I was lying on was grand—an English-quilting blanket and 2 soft pillows with flowery laces. The whole place was fit for a king! Suddenly the door opened and there stood my dream prince: Katsuya Kimura! I gasped in astonishment for he was actually a cartoon character. I did not know that he really exist. “Wake up, dear,” he said and pulled off the blanket and handed it to a woman who looked like the maid. “You will be late for work.” “Work?” I asked. “Yes! Work! Have you forgotten your own comic workhouse, baby dear?” Comic workhouse?! I…I have became a cartoonist? That was my wildest dreams! Being a cartoonist! I undressed and changed into my beige T-shirt and black trousers at once and hurriedly finished my breakfast. Katsuya drove me to the workhouse. My, my, was it big! I’ve never seen a bigger place than this! Katsuya kissed me and said, “See you at four, OK, baby?” I blushed scarlet. I always wan...

Hans and Hilda

Once upon a time there was an old miller who had two children who were twins. The boy-twin was named Hans, and he was very greedy. The girl-twin was named Hilda, and she was very lazy. Hans and Hilda had no mother, because she died whilst giving birth to their third sibling, named Engel, who had been sent away to live wtih the gypsies. Hans and Hilda were never allowed out of the mill, even when the miller went away to the market. One day, Hans was especially greedy and Hilda was especially lazy, and the old miller wept with anger as he locked them in the cellar, to teach them to be good. "Let us try to escape and live with the gypsies," said Hans, and Hilda agreed. While they were looking for a way out, a Big Brown Rat came out from behind the log pile. "I will help you escape and show you the way to the gypsies' campl," said the Big Brown Rat, "if you bring me all your father's grain." So Hans and Hilda waited until their father let them out, ...

I've Learned...

Written by Andy Rooney, a man who had the gift of saying so much with so few words. Rooney used to be on 60 Minutes TV show. I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person. I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows. I've learned .... That just one person saying to me, 'You've made my day!' makes my day. I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world. I've learned.... That being kind is more important than being right. I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift from a child. I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in any other way. I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with. I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand. I...