Here’s a rhetorical question: Does anyone remember a backgammon tournament that hasn’t run out of free coffee?
I’ve been thinking a lot about backgammon recently. Ok, correction: I’ve been thinking a lot more about backgammon recently. To be specific, I’ve been thinking of the terminology which is used and, to be frank with you, it’s coming up short – and don’t call me Frank.
Now, I know there’s more pressing issues in the world such as climate change, terrorism and Donald Trump’s hair, but backgammon really needs to do something about this terminology thing. And I mean, now.
It’s past midnight and here I am on XG trying to work out at what match scores to double when holding both five points. I probably should have gone to bed ages ago, and prepared for real work i.e. the English lessons I have to teach tomorrow. Nevertheless, here I am, virtually moving blots around to determine cube actions.
I’m glad we’re talking about this. I mean, I tried to bring this up in the pub the other night and was met with something between a glazed expression and a pitying look that seemed to suggest that I need help. However, all was not lost. “So, what’s a blot again?” one mate asked. And that was all it took.
Dan Rovira writes…
My first backgammon game was in a small café in Brighton where they served Oolong in coloured teapots. Having lived a brief time in Greece, I’d seen the game before, but at a distance, tentatively. Didn’t you have to be over sixty and smoke to gain admission?