Oscar Madison and I are still locked in an epic battle on the virtual chess board (see the right-hand column for the game’s current status). The other day, the trash-talkin’ pseudononymous law professor from an unnamed location somewhere in the Midwest paid me a rather back-handed compliment. He remarked that I was playing a good game and wondered if I might be using a computer. In other words, he accused me of cheating.
Had he been seated in front of me, with only 64 small wooden squares and a handful of sculptured pieces between us, he would be eating a rook sandwich right now, if you know what I’m sayin’. But since a distance of somewhere between 750 and 1,500 miles separates us, I am rather limited in my ability to exact satisfaction.
The gentlemanly thing to do when faced with an opponent who resorts to such brutishness is to take the higher road. I cannot let this comment unnerve me. Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker.
On the other hand, I could always challenge him to a few rounds of chess boxing.
