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!

Bring it!