...so the storm raged and whistled through the limbs of the Great Tree
on the hill. Its branches holding firm to the last remnants of a
season gone by...a single leaf, refusing to quit, who would remain
until the next generation.
It was Fall now and the chess players were playing a tournament match in
the shadow of that Great Tree. The coach had brought them here to be inspired.
"If only the tree could talk," said he. "Would it tell of the epic battles
between these chess players who sought that...perfect place. Would it mention
friendships that were kindled over this...game of war. Would it laugh over
games ...bumbled away, or would it cry over games played with ...never a handshake".
The chess coach always had a flare for the dramatic.
Well, the tournament played on and chess players played as never before.
Though many dropped like leaves, there were some who refused to quit, who
would remain until the next round, and two were...The Great Pawn Hunter and the Restless Knight.
Copyright © Manus Patrick Fealy 1994-2002
I truly want you to become a better chess player.