He makes me feel like Gary Kasparov.
Let me explain. Last week, bored with always beating the pants off him at Words with Friends, I challenged my son-in-law to a friendly game of Chess with Friends. He grudgingly accepted, I assumed only to keep his wife’s Dad happy, because he told me before we started that he wasn’t very good. All I can say now is liar liar pants on fire.
Five losses and one draw later, feeling mentally exhausted, emasculated, and embarrassed, I’m rethinking the whole thing. Maybe Words with Friends wasn’t so bad after all.
P.S. If you don’t know who Gary Kasparov is (and assuming you give a crap), Google “Deep Blue” and you’ll find he was the late 90’s chess-master who was beat by an IBM supercomputer. Gary Kasparov would know what it’s like playing with the Catsitter.
It’s all in the genes, Kipatron – too bad for you!