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Originally Posted by Steve Pavlina  I'm willing trade my extra worry stones to anyone who can spare some frustration rocks. I'm going through them pretty fast trying to learn chess.  |
Quit trying to win.
Seriously... My dad taught me how to play when I was about eight years old. It never occurred to me that I might ever be able to beat him, so I just played 'cause it was fun and it was something he and I could do together.
By the time I was in High School I was beating just about everybody in the chess club (yes... I was that kind of geek) but still never even considered that I might beat my dad.
I found out later in college that my dad spent just about every night playing chess with a group of Russian immigrants on the cab line at the airport he worked.
To this day, I only beat him about one out of every four or five games and I'm not too bad.