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:
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.…
I find myself in Pensacola this week, on Florida’s Gulf Coast, with my brother.
My brother, who’s over a decade older than I am, spent his formative college years in the 1970s playing the hottest, trendiest game around at the time: backgammon. He was pretty good at it; good enough he would “earn” tuition and beer money playing lesser-skilled fish in the bars of the era.
When both he and I were slightly older, in the 1980s, my parents would pack me off to stay with him for a few weeks during the summer months. He was teaching college courses and had a lighter schedule that would accommodate our having all sorts of adventures, mainly of the sailing sort.…