A Flawed Genius
There's something extremely poignant about hearing of the passing of a childhood hero. I've just read that one of mine, chess legend Bobby Fischer, has died. Fischer's exploits at the chessboard, taking on and beating the mighty Soviets, inspired me to a life-long love of the game. I still vividly recall the excitement of following the 'Match of the Century', when he beat Spassky in Reykjavik in 1972, to take the World Championship. Unfortunately, the excitement was short-lived, as Fischer then became a virtual recluse, only returning to the chessboard in 1992 for a meaningless rematch with Spassky. A flawed genius, R.I.P.