RIP Bobby Fischer ... Or Not
So, I've played chess since I was eight. I played on my college team, and for money in tournaments after I graduated. I loved the movie Searching for Bobby Fischer. Thus, there could be only one reaction to the news of his passing today:
Fuck that motherfucker. I pray that there is a hell, and that he's roasting his nuts there.
I am so sick of the Fischer hero-worship. People (chess commentators especially) tend to act like Fischer should be right up there with Reagan, Gorbachev, and Walesa with ending the Cold War. They act like the victory over Spassky was some kind of victory for America; in reality, it was a victory for crazed, bigoted assholes the world over. At the chess tables in D.C.'s Dupont Circle, there's this mentally ill homeless guy who walks around shouting "Monkey Park!" and cursing black people in Italian and German. Fischer-Spassky was a victory for that guy, not for me.
Fuck that motherfucker. I pray that there is a hell, and that he's roasting his nuts there.
I am so sick of the Fischer hero-worship. People (chess commentators especially) tend to act like Fischer should be right up there with Reagan, Gorbachev, and Walesa with ending the Cold War. They act like the victory over Spassky was some kind of victory for America; in reality, it was a victory for crazed, bigoted assholes the world over. At the chess tables in D.C.'s Dupont Circle, there's this mentally ill homeless guy who walks around shouting "Monkey Park!" and cursing black people in Italian and German. Fischer-Spassky was a victory for that guy, not for me.