Bobby Fischer, RIP
Jan. 18th, 2008 10:02 amI am not going to get all weepy over the news that Bobby Fischer has died, but feel it appropriate to contribute my two cents.
Fischer was not the reason I started playing chess, or the reason I continued to dabble with the game once it became clear I didn't have the talent or will to pursue a title. But for a time, in 1972, Bobby Fischer was able to bring chess into the limelight in a way that eclipsed the (clueless) media's compulsion to concentrate on things it understood, i.e., petulance and histrionics, or thought it did, i.e., Cold War symbolism, and ignore things it understood not at all. People who otherwise had no interest in the game tuned in the live television coverage, making commentator Shelby Lyman something of a 15-minute celebrity back then.
I remember being at my girlfriend's house for the 6th game of the Fischer-Spassky match, trying to coach a few of her younger brothers in the game. For no understandable reason, and without thinking about it, I turned to the back inside cover of a book of Alekhine's games that I had with me and which had been given to me as a gift and recorded the moves of the game as they were played.
And what a game it was!
First off, Fischer started the game with 1.d4, which created a huge buzz, because Fischer had never been known to play anything other than 1.e4 as White, ever, in his career. And though I am not of that caliber of player who can recall games from memory years after they are played (my own or anyone else's), I do still remember how exciting it was to watch the game unfold and see Fischer win.
While I can admire the accomplishments of sports figures, I have never been one to become too emotionally involved in being a sports fan. When Fischer's title was forfeited during the next Championship cycle, I read the news, formed an opinion, but didn't feel a need to evangelize about it. When news surfaced that Fischer had espoused a set of deranged ideas, I didn't feel a need to immerse myself in the controversy.
I could go on, but work calls. In short, I prefer to remember the Bobby Fischer of 1972, who made being the very best at what he did look so easy, and who left us so many beautiful games.
Cheers...
Fischer was not the reason I started playing chess, or the reason I continued to dabble with the game once it became clear I didn't have the talent or will to pursue a title. But for a time, in 1972, Bobby Fischer was able to bring chess into the limelight in a way that eclipsed the (clueless) media's compulsion to concentrate on things it understood, i.e., petulance and histrionics, or thought it did, i.e., Cold War symbolism, and ignore things it understood not at all. People who otherwise had no interest in the game tuned in the live television coverage, making commentator Shelby Lyman something of a 15-minute celebrity back then.
I remember being at my girlfriend's house for the 6th game of the Fischer-Spassky match, trying to coach a few of her younger brothers in the game. For no understandable reason, and without thinking about it, I turned to the back inside cover of a book of Alekhine's games that I had with me and which had been given to me as a gift and recorded the moves of the game as they were played.
And what a game it was!
First off, Fischer started the game with 1.d4, which created a huge buzz, because Fischer had never been known to play anything other than 1.e4 as White, ever, in his career. And though I am not of that caliber of player who can recall games from memory years after they are played (my own or anyone else's), I do still remember how exciting it was to watch the game unfold and see Fischer win.
While I can admire the accomplishments of sports figures, I have never been one to become too emotionally involved in being a sports fan. When Fischer's title was forfeited during the next Championship cycle, I read the news, formed an opinion, but didn't feel a need to evangelize about it. When news surfaced that Fischer had espoused a set of deranged ideas, I didn't feel a need to immerse myself in the controversy.
I could go on, but work calls. In short, I prefer to remember the Bobby Fischer of 1972, who made being the very best at what he did look so easy, and who left us so many beautiful games.
Cheers...