if I would have to choose a game for the desert island, it would be chess. Why?
I am playing in the 5th team of the B-class-whatever... and we have regular ladder/league games once a month. It is always a surprise, because you never know your opponent until you sit in front of him. (btw: usually I lose)
So, this Sunday it was an asian fellow with a beautiful name, La Dui or Dui La ... I had white and I went for a win from the beginning.
I built up some pressure and after 12-13 moves there was a situation, where I had to decide if I bail out like a lame duck or coward... If I would do that, I would have admitted that my attack was nothing but smoke... I could have pulled back my knight and he would have known that I know, that I have nothing. Or I could play f2-f4, compromise my king for more pressure.
I did that and lost.
After a 4 hours game you have the feeling that you know
your opponent as a person. Without even talking, but by observing...
So chess is strategy, tactics and psychology... it is quite brutal.
I hope to give you more insights into the mind of a chess player, when I have something interesting to report from the frontline
any chess players here?