I sat at table No. 4, waiting for my beating.
In a lot of ways it was the board game version of “Go pick your switch” for those of us who grew up in a certain age in the South.
Yes, I accepted the challenge.
Yes, it was against a nationally ranked chess player, who needed the challenge of playing four players at the same time to fight off boredom.
Yes, it felt a lot like being a minnow swimming around Jaws.