Well, I have a story about a strapping 15 year old who looked like he could play prop for the rugby team...
We were both 4/6 in a seven Round Swiss, and a 5 would have given him a shot at rating prizes, and selection for the provincial team.. It lasted about 5 minutes, and I made the mistake of laughing (DONT EVER DO THAT) I was honestly not laughing at him, but at the smothered mate, I mean, come on, a smothered mate makes anybody smile. He burst into tears, and I was almost physically assaulted by his mom.
I dont like like playing kids....
A humor-driven post motivated by a discussion with my local club's president a few days ago.
Those of us who play OTB tournaments have faced these monsters (often mistaken for tolerable chess-playing children) time and time again.
Some of us have bested these ubertactical no-respect-for-your-mom's-sicilian-preparation tyrants and have bravely endured those kicks under the table as well as the ominous glare of over-protective parents who believe you are nothing but an obstacle in their hellspawn's path to world domination.
Though some of us have been torn apart in minutes like a dog's chew-toy in what was originally supposed to be a G/90 confrontation.
It is time for us grown-ups, the rent/mortgage-paying, work-commuting, family-responsibilities-restricted, barely-enough-time-to-study weekend warriors to share some of their secrets at munchkin combat.
How does one effectively deal with their shenanigans?
A few boring answers could be "play solidly, play the position and not the man/monster" or the "play closed boring positions and wait for their A.D.D to kick in" but I'm sure the hive can provide more entertaining insights from their tournament experiences.