A phone call with an 18-year-old prompted my impulsive decision to fly to Singapore.
This ‘kid’ had just suffered a crushing loss in the 12th (of 14) games of the World Chess Championship. With scores now tied and two games to play, his attitude towards the loss—and the upcoming games, arguably the most significant in chess history—convinced me to take that flight. On the plane, I played a movie […]
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