Mathias and I played our first two of many games of chess last night. We played in the nook and drank a pyramid's worth of my neighbor Phil's Miller Light (thanks again, Phil). It was the first time I'd played since giving Adam an embarassing spanking last summer in NW Arkansas. This time, however, Mathias was the better player, but I don't quite remember it as he does. The games were tense and very close, like Lincoln Hawk's last arm-wrestling match in Over the Top. Regardless: the score is 0-2, your hero is behind. I'll keep you abreast.