James Spratt wrote on Sun, Jul 30, 2006 08:01 PM UTC:
Ha-ha! One of my old Navy buddies and I were playing Chess for Three on
the corner of Hannah's bar one afternoon with somebody's 12-year-old
daughter who had wandered over to see what we were doing, and wanted to
play the game. Not only was she a cutie, she was quick, resolute, and
absolutely brutal, and we two old fools, initially falling all over
ourselves to help her out, never even had a chance. Worst stomping I've
ever gotten. But ain't that life for ya?
We played with three separate third guys, all named Brian, the same
afternoon. Blew 'em away.