To Blitz or not to Blitz
The following is from Hard Days Knight's comment to my previous post, and is so good it deserves its own post.
With apologies to William:
To blitz or not to blitz that is the question,
Whether tis nobler among knights to suffer the torture
Of many hours of a lost position,
Or to make haste against a sea of chess problems,
And by blitzing end them? To blitz, to blitz!
To play!; and by that blitzing to say we end
The heart-ache of long, tedious, lost positions
That our game is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To blitz!,
Perchance to win!: ay, there's the rub;
For in that blitz what effects may come
When we have hurriedly pushed our pieces down the board,
Must give us pause; there's the respect for Heisman
That makes calamity of so short a game.
For who would bear pins and discovered attacks,
The checkmates, and lost games
When he himself might his deliverance take,
With blitz? who would positions study,
To grunt and sweat under 40/45, 40/90, 40/120,
But that the dread of the effects of 2 12,
The undiscove'd country of blitz from whose bourn,
No player returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
then fly to others we know not of.
Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all!
But soft you now!
The fair Cassia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my blitz remember'd.
With apologies to William:
To blitz or not to blitz that is the question,
Whether tis nobler among knights to suffer the torture
Of many hours of a lost position,
Or to make haste against a sea of chess problems,
And by blitzing end them? To blitz, to blitz!
To play!; and by that blitzing to say we end
The heart-ache of long, tedious, lost positions
That our game is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To blitz!,
Perchance to win!: ay, there's the rub;
For in that blitz what effects may come
When we have hurriedly pushed our pieces down the board,
Must give us pause; there's the respect for Heisman
That makes calamity of so short a game.
For who would bear pins and discovered attacks,
The checkmates, and lost games
When he himself might his deliverance take,
With blitz? who would positions study,
To grunt and sweat under 40/45, 40/90, 40/120,
But that the dread of the effects of 2 12,
The undiscove'd country of blitz from whose bourn,
No player returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
then fly to others we know not of.
Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all!
But soft you now!
The fair Cassia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my blitz remember'd.
8 Comments:
Please let me be the first to nominate it for "Comment of the Year!"
Congratulations Bdk,
I hear Fuller Shite, the theatre critic of the San Diego Reader praised your performance;
BDK performance in Blitz-let was the most stiring performance of any actor in a Shakespearian play about a board game since he played Othello!
Look what Gerard Depardieu did to the last guy to beat him in a blitz game.
You have been warned. (;-)
This is good. TK ...too funny... I tried to play Othello once..but I couldn't make a ...GO ...of it.
It wasn't him, BDK! It was you. You remember that night in the US Open, you came down to my dressing room, hit my clock and said: 'Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Temposhlucker.' You remember that? 'This ain't your night!' My night! I coulda taken Tempo apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors in the park around the chess tables- and whadda I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville....You was my brother, BDK. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me - just a little bit - so I wouldn't have to play them five minute games for the short-end money....You don't understand! I coulda been a class B player. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been Heisman, instead of a bum, which is what I am. Let's face it (pause) ...... It was you, BDK."
I love it. No seriously I do.
LMAO funky. If that is your real name.
Great piece. I love it.
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