play chess in central park

Ahh the smell of fresh breze in the morning, sipping on some hot coffee that isn’t great, but isn’t bad, looking around you at the cold stern faces of the time honored chess gurus staring you down as you choose who to play.

I don’t have any idea what it will be like, but I want the chance experience it. Not just the chess, but the moment, the tradition, the hope of beating someone at their own game. They can’t size me up or my game, that is, until after I have played them. But until that moment, I could be the Bobby Fisher they have never heard of.