Chess. The pure, sophisticated Game of Kings. There just isn't anything better than chess. Nothing left to chance, no ill fortune to blame for a loss, just one man's wits pitted against another's. I first was introduced to the game of chess by Cain Pence, a childhood friend of mine. We used to play in the back of our sixth grade classroom. Eventually, I became his equal. I played countless games in the next year, but as I entered high school, the allure of the game temporarily wore off on me and I didn't play again until college. I found a worthy opponent in Aaron Voyles, an individual who respected the wonderful nature of the game as I did. We would play, and initially, I remember beating him quite frequently. Now, we pretty much split games. In all fairness, he probably wins a few more than he loses. I also now play with my brother, who is coming of age, chess-wise.
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Date
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Opponent
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Color
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Win
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Loss
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Draw
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| 8/17/2001 | Charles Borchert | Black | 0 | 1 | 0 |
| 8/17/2001 | Charles Borchert | White | 1 | 0 |
0 |
| 8/17/2001 | Charles Borchert | White | 0 | 1 | 0 |
| 8/19/2001 | Charles Borchert | Black | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| 8/19/2001 | Charles Borchert | White | 0 | 0 |
1 |
| 8/19/2001 | Charles Borchert | Black | 0 | 1 | 0 |