Chess - what a game.  I once wrote a script that included Hamlet and Claudius playing a game of chess together and the game itself was a metaphor for their fate.  It’s an intimidating competition.  I don’t consider it fun… unless I win.  Imagine if everyone lived their life like playing a game of chess — it could go two ways.  One is constantly thinking about your opponent’s next move + five moves after that, which means you know what choices to make.  And you’ll be prepared for the outcome.  The other is not giving a crap about your opponent’s moves and you just make random decisions about what to do. Then, you’ll be surprised when that Bishop sweeps across the board pushing your beautiful Queen off the edge.  Making random decisions and not thinking about the result is moronic.  Nevertheless, I can get so hot and bothered that my frustration forces me to just move a piece!  And I’m always surprised at the aftermath.