I’ve been casting about for another weapon to add to my “gain experience and get better, faster” arsenal— I study, read, play in both live and online tournaments, Dallas Backgammon League play, timed and un-timed matches of various lengths, play XG and BGBlitz, analyze my games, etc.— but one piece that’s missing, in large part, is playing myself.
Playing yourself in a mind sport is a great way to learn and improve, particularly if you approach the process in a serious and thoughtful way.
Paul Magriel famously took on the player-moniker “X-22” after playing himself, on each side of the board, in a 26-player tournament, where the players were named “X-1” through “X-26.”…
I just played my first-ever technically perfect game using my BGBlitz analytical trainer, an event so out of the scope of the norm for me, it’s rather like planting flowers in my back yard and discovering a T-Rex fossil.
Obviously, I’m using up all of my good, smart, thoughtful play ahead of tonight’s kick-off of the Dallas Backgammon League‘s 2020 tournament season, and will play like utter trash this evening.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted my last backgammon update (“bupdate”?), and seeing-off 2019 is the perfect excuse to crank one out. I’ve been busy, just as I’m sure most of you have, with the Holidays and the usual closing-out-the-year madness, but haven’t neglected the game. Because, priorities.
I think I’ll lead by stealing a super-lazy idea from the press: the end-of-the-year recap:
On January 1, I will have been:
Playing backgammon for eight months
Playing Daily Gammon for seven-and-a-half months
Been serious about learning for five months
Been playing with a doubling cube for four months
Been playing live tournaments with a League for two months
Today, as of this writing, I have a synchronistic 2002 games under my belt on Daily Gammon and my stats look like this:
Had a pretty good game-week this week, with lots of little things adding up to plenty of fun and adventure (as far as backgammon goes).
On Tuesday, my baffle box arrived in the mail and I immediately unboxed it and gave it a whirl. It’s the box that’s sold by Phil Simborg, but it didn’t fit my board as intended. It has adjustable spacers on the bottom which allow it to expand or contract to the depth of the dice tray it’s sitting atop, but the width of my tray, on my board, didn’t accommodate the notch width of the box.…
Then, eleven days ago, my FIBS rating stood at 1,429.87. Last night, I managed to (re)cross the 1,500 mark, a place I haven’t been since the first day I began playing (and began with an automatic 1,500, a number that climbed slightly— and only very briefly— before crashing to Earth while I learned the game).
Waiting for the FIBS score to roll from this…
…was, um, anticipatory. I’d won a match and knew it would put me over the top, but my opponent had stepped away and hadn’t cleared the game, leaving my score in limbo.…