As someone who has played chess off and on for the better part of my life, I can attest to the tremendous power the game has in shaping young minds. My older brother turned me on to the game when I was about seven or so. He in turn was turned onto the game when he was in high school, much like Maurice Ashley was, but in his case, it was the older dudes in the park in our 'hood that hipped him to the game. Every so often he would come around, and we would fire up a game. Sometimes I won, most times I had my --s handed to me on a silver platter. Yet each time we played, I came away stronger, sharper, and more focused on my academic work.
Just a few days ago, while searching for some books on commercial real estate, I came upon Chess for Success on the shelves. Being somewhat intrigued, I took it and a few other chess books off the shelves, and two days later, after reading Chess for Success first, I pulled out my old copy of Chessmaster 8000 and started reading a book on chess openings. By the time I began writing these words, a profound change had overcome my very being.
You see, thinking back on it, back in grade school when I played chess with a school chum, everything seemed to be so easy. Schoolwork was a breeze. Math problems were trivial, computer programming on the Apple II (yes, I am THAT old) was a walk in the park, and all was well in my world. Homework? Never had any- probably because I had done it all for the entire week by Monday's lunch period. Though I sucked at sports, I excelled in scholarship, and by the time I hit high school, I was hitting my academic stride. I stopped playing chess for a time, and suddenly, geometry was difficult. Back on the chess, I finished not only geometry, but also knocked off all of algebra II for good measure. Suddenly, I found myself in trig, then pre-calculus, where I took a break from chess. Suddenly, grades began to slump, key concepts difficult to master, but then, back on the chess, a rousing finish and top marks in the class. Calculus in senior year was rote and mechanical, all the while, the chess program on my old TI-994A (yes, I had one of those. Please don't laugh.) kept humming and whirring along. I finally retired my computer and my board shortly before heading off to MIT. Big mistake, for over the next four years, I found myself grade-wise always 'somewhere in the middle of the class' as one of my professors kindly put it. By the time graduation rolled around, I limped my way to the podium to get the ol' sheepskin.
The intervening years were a hazy fog, until reading this book. Thinking back on it, the chess was always in the background for each of my major academic milestones. Without knowing it, the chess was sharpening my mind, honing my focus, and bringing clarity to my endeavors. Maybe it was just heightening what was already there, or maybe it added something to my repertoire that I badly needed, but whatever it did, it worked, and it very likely made me the man that I am today, intellectually.
The chess imparts clarity, and provides focus, both on and off the board, at least for me. High hat academic studies and statistical significance be damned, the chess works well, at least for me. I honestly do not know why I ever gave the game up.
Play chess, albeit poorly, win big in life; don't play chess and always come up short, at least for me. That's the moral, the lesson to be learned in this book. Thank you Grand Master Ashley for rousing me from my slumber and showing me the way.
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