Last night I turned my focus to the long ongoing chess game between me and my co-worker. Much like the affor mentioned English/France conflict, this game that has also lasted nearly a century.
In the spring of our friendship, my co-worker and I started a contest. A different thing altogether. It was not a struggle of strength and speed, but of cunning and meddle. And most of all it turned into a measure of endurance.
This last January marked the two year mark on this single chess game. I know what you may be thinking, "If these idiots can't finish a chess game in an hour, then they don't know a Bishop from a Pope."
In truth, we have taken our sweet time with this, but the process requires some measure of duration, as well. We make a move and email the coordinates to the other player. To which he moves his board pieces to mirror the coordinates, before he thinks about his move, makes it, and emails back to restart the cycle. It takes about a day to make a move with this process.
I have whittled down my co-workers piece count, and we have definitely entered the end game, but we have a good bit to go. The problem being that although, I am up in pieces, my opponent has position.
I think that we may be able to get an outcome within this year...
...somethings just take more time than we think they will.
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