When I was a little boy, our family was the first on our block to own a television. My sister was 2 1/2 years older and thus was given the privileged of selecting the TV show of her choice.  Some of those times, I didn't enjoy what she had selected, so my dad would suggest that we would go into the kitchen and play some Chess.  Well, that was how I learned the game of Chess. He had been proficient enough to play in many tournaments.  Now, even though he had passed away many years ago, I feel that he is looking over my shoulder and advising me of some of my moves (or is gaging at my blunders).  Even though I am not that good at this game, I still enjoy it.