Can’t wait for Olympics of chess

You may be thrilled by the feats of Katie Ledecky, mesmerized by the grace of the women gymnasts, startled by Rio spectators mocking U.S. soccer star Hope Solo with chants of “Zika! Zika!” Allow me, however, to interrupt the prepackaged, heart-tugging, tape-delayed Olympic coverage to bring you the real sporting news of the year.

It has just been announced that on Nov. 11 in New York City the World Chess Championship will begin.

You scoff, of course. For years, I’ve had to put up with amused puzzlement at my taste in entertainment. But I remain undaunted.

In 1984, when challenger Garry Kasparov forced that championship match into 17 draws in a row – each about five hours of unbearable, unrelenting concentration – world champion Anatoly Karpov was so physically and mentally drained (he lost 22 pounds) that the Kremlin pressured the World Chess Federation to stop the match, thereby saving Soviet-favorite Karpov from forfeiting the title to the brash, free-thinking, half-Jewish Kasparov.

Who goes to a chess game anyway?

I do. Twice, in fact, in the early 1990s when the championship was also played in New York. I drove from Washington, D.C., both times with a couple of friends, to the consternation of the rest of our acquaintances, who thought we were certifiable.

They didn’t understand that we don’t actually sit and watch the game. Instead, we go to the grandmaster room where the greatest chess minds in the world crowd around a few drop-down demonstration boards, trading furious in-game commentary on the boneheadedness of the latest move and the cosmic brilliance of their own proposed nine-move counterattack.

My friends and I were barely hanging on trying to follow the dazzling riffs flung about by the immortals around us. That experience was (as we used to say when the world was young) mind-blowing.

Twenty-one years is a long time to wait to have your mind blown again. But there’s a more mundane reason for making the trip this time: a compelling storyline with a touch of the Cold War tension that made the 1972 Bobby Fischer-Boris Spassky match such an international sensation.

The reigning world champion is Magnus Carlsen, a 25-year-old Norwegian who, unlike Fischer, is quite normal. He sports a winning personality and such good looks that he does commercials for a European clothing line.

His challenger is the classic Russian heavy, Sergey Karjakin, who (reports the New York Times) is a fan of both Vladimir Putin and the invasion of Crimea and who knocked off two brilliant Americans to get to the title fight.

Not exactly U.S.-USSR 1972. But Norway-Russia 2016 does have its charms, given Putin’s threats and intrusions into the Baltics and Scandinavia. Go, Oslo!

I’ll join the fun and cheer the Olympians. It’ll help pass the time until the main event Nov. 11.

This story was originally published August 13, 2016 at 12:01 AM with the headline "Can’t wait for Olympics of chess."