[Strangler Lewis]

Well, he's dead. What an idiot.

Still, it takes one back. In 1972, my dad and I watched the dreary Shelby Lyman-hosted PBS "coverage" of his match with Boris Spassky and plotted out the games on a board at home. My dad had actually played Fischer at the Marshall Chess Club some years earlier. (It was a simultaneous exhibition, and, of course, Fischer won.) At the time, the Fischer-Spassky match seemed up there with the moon landing as an American advance of international importance.

But, again, what an idiot.

Or, what a sad, sick man.