Since Monday, Zach and I played 20 chess matches. I hate playing easy, so I don’t. It’s all about handicapping. He starts with all his pieces. I get a king, 2 pawns, and maybe a knight. Game on baby! Ditto for hockey and soccer. My goal is a canyon. His is a single cone that I have to knock over. For baseball, when I hit the ball, I have to keep running until I’m either tagged out, or score a home run. No singles, doubles or triples. All or nothing for me, standard rules for him. I wish I could have incorporated that into teaching math. You know, something to give that extra spark to the dimmer bulbs.
Bring it!