“Son, have you ever heard of chess?”
“Yes, it’s to complicated though”
“Chess is to complicated? Anthony you have it all wrong”
“I bet it’s boring”
“Come on it’s fun, I’ll show you how to play. What do you say?”
At the age of 9, Anthony Hollander was taught how to play chess from his grandfather. His grandfather was a wise, retired army veteran, with a knack for chess. He loved everything about it, that’s why he wanted to see if young Anthony would give it a try. Soon enough he picked up the same knack for the game his grandfather enjoyed. Possibly an even bigger one.
Anthony couldn’t get enough of it, if he were the one playing the game or watching the game. He would sit down for an hour to see someone move one piece across the …show more content…
These were the people closest to him, even to this day. His wife Shandra, and his two kids Laura and Henry are now also people he cares about. At age 35, Anthony is almost done with his career, but can’t seem to see the end of it.
Ever since Anthony moved from Buffalo back to Canada its been all chess. Buffalo was were he was born, but Canada was were he grew up, specifically the suburbs of Toronto. This was were he always wanted to be. Snow covered the sidewalks and roofs of houses. The houses were spread apart, separated by 1000 foot hemlock trees that you could never see the end of. It was peaceful were he lived.
He remembers all the times he sat down with his grandfather learning the names of pieces and facts about chess. Snow always fell outside the window of his grandpa’s room. Falling, falling until it finally collected in apile at the bottom of the house. Now sitting in the room he and his wife live in, the same snow falls gently past his window. Flowing past in the gentle …show more content…
He had forgotten to turn it off earlier and ESPN was on. They were reporting from Sacramento.
“Anthony Hollander can’t beat me are you crazy”, a teenager said, “He’s washed up.”
It was Nathan Arnott a young chess prodigy who challenged Anthony a week before. Anthony had been watching him closely since he started being publicized for his quick wit and big mouth.
He despised him, even though he was just 16. He was, in Anthony’s eyes, trash, utter trash, personality wise. He himself had to admit Nathan was a rather good chess player however. Yes, Nathan was one of the best chess players since a little boy by the name of Anthony won the exact same award. One that sits on a counter right next to him.
“Huuuuuuuuu” Anthony said in disgust. “I guess I’ll do it” he said still talking to himself. “I’ll play that stupid match down in D.C.” With that he prepared for the trip down to the capital, and left his house a week later. Only Anthony would find out this wouldn’t be a stupid match, but one that would allow him to do what he really wanted to do.
“How could I lose, I don’t, I don’t understand” Anthony said
“Yes, it’s to complicated though”
“Chess is to complicated? Anthony you have it all wrong”
“I bet it’s boring”
“Come on it’s fun, I’ll show you how to play. What do you say?”
At the age of 9, Anthony Hollander was taught how to play chess from his grandfather. His grandfather was a wise, retired army veteran, with a knack for chess. He loved everything about it, that’s why he wanted to see if young Anthony would give it a try. Soon enough he picked up the same knack for the game his grandfather enjoyed. Possibly an even bigger one.
Anthony couldn’t get enough of it, if he were the one playing the game or watching the game. He would sit down for an hour to see someone move one piece across the …show more content…
These were the people closest to him, even to this day. His wife Shandra, and his two kids Laura and Henry are now also people he cares about. At age 35, Anthony is almost done with his career, but can’t seem to see the end of it.
Ever since Anthony moved from Buffalo back to Canada its been all chess. Buffalo was were he was born, but Canada was were he grew up, specifically the suburbs of Toronto. This was were he always wanted to be. Snow covered the sidewalks and roofs of houses. The houses were spread apart, separated by 1000 foot hemlock trees that you could never see the end of. It was peaceful were he lived.
He remembers all the times he sat down with his grandfather learning the names of pieces and facts about chess. Snow always fell outside the window of his grandpa’s room. Falling, falling until it finally collected in apile at the bottom of the house. Now sitting in the room he and his wife live in, the same snow falls gently past his window. Flowing past in the gentle …show more content…
He had forgotten to turn it off earlier and ESPN was on. They were reporting from Sacramento.
“Anthony Hollander can’t beat me are you crazy”, a teenager said, “He’s washed up.”
It was Nathan Arnott a young chess prodigy who challenged Anthony a week before. Anthony had been watching him closely since he started being publicized for his quick wit and big mouth.
He despised him, even though he was just 16. He was, in Anthony’s eyes, trash, utter trash, personality wise. He himself had to admit Nathan was a rather good chess player however. Yes, Nathan was one of the best chess players since a little boy by the name of Anthony won the exact same award. One that sits on a counter right next to him.
“Huuuuuuuuu” Anthony said in disgust. “I guess I’ll do it” he said still talking to himself. “I’ll play that stupid match down in D.C.” With that he prepared for the trip down to the capital, and left his house a week later. Only Anthony would find out this wouldn’t be a stupid match, but one that would allow him to do what he really wanted to do.
“How could I lose, I don’t, I don’t understand” Anthony said