Back to the DCC

Back to the dirty work, and back to 1992, when I began playing chess again at the Denver Chess Club which had long since been resurrected (tap) at various locations. I found it at a VFW on West Colfax and entered the February tournament. The famous fish was missing. He showed up for the first game in March, but did not stay. The fish began playing again in April, convinced, I suppose, that it was 'safe.'

Meanwhile, Blacks had discovered the existence of the DCC. No blacks had played at the club while it was located at the Capitol Hill Community Center in '86-'87. Several players who liked to flash their butts by wearing their pants too low and their shirts too short were also playing. You know the type. The fish appeared to ignore these butts along with everybody else. I found the practice disgusting and on one occasion complained to the tournament director. He 'giggled' but told the guy to pull his pants up - this according to my notes, which also mentioned that el fisho had a great view of the ass in question.

There were only three games that month due to a VFW party. I had lost the first two games, uncharacteristically (boom), and found myself paired with the fish himself, who had his usual zero score (players with equal scores are usually paired). He asked my how I spelled my last name - as if he could forget (boom). After the game he advised me he would not be playing for the next three months - as if I gave a shit. The fish lost this game too, but not before begging for a draw, as usual.