A browsing of the White Brother’s photo reveals that he was slightly unaware that the right hand rook should be on a white square. Thus his queen is in the wrong place. This is a problem. Go fix yer shit brah.
I will admit, I chose my first move based on a lesson our Opa (grandfather for you non Germanic types) taught me. I used to be baller at chess and beat his friends a bunch, but then I stopped playing promptly. I am sort of the prodigal chess player. I haven’t played a game in 6 years minimum.
But Black Brother must me out his dang mind if he thinks I am going beyond that. Planning? Strategy? That is game 2 status. I roll game 1 different. I go in cold turkey. I am free balling this chess game like a frat kid on laundry day. Like an unmanned canoe floating down the river. Majestic and shit.
This might back fire. But what is a chess game without a little danger.
Any day now, I will be receiving a postcard in the mail from the White Brother. I await his opening move with much scratching of the forehead. The challenge to myself is already set - if I can get in his head and see his opening coming, this will bode very well for me. I’ve played quite a few sit down games in the last week to prep, but they have not been good preparation. To win at this level, you need to tread water until your opponent makes a mistake, leaves you an opening, and capitalize. You do not need a grand plan. Grand plans are tricky to concoct, but I don’t see any errors slipping through in a game of this pace.
So, what do I see happening? First bet has to be king’s pawn. It’s just so classic. A nod to the classic is definitely something I see White Brother valuing. If he goes this route, I’m also calling a classic postcard. “I Love NY,” maybe.
Of course, a hypermodern open would not be a shocker. Gotta love Marcel Duchamp.