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Pawnfully Obvious Anything I can do, my brother can do better. Ask him. He’ll tell you. The other day, I played a game of chess with Susan. I ended up with a king, and she had a king and a pawn. I lost. “Draw!” my brother said, when I told him about it. “Not always!” I said back. “MY King is the equal of ANY old King and pawn,” he bragged. “Why, he once fought off a King and SIX pawns, and STILL got a draw.” He wasn’t kidding. I had to think that one over. “Your King got in front of all of them,” I guessed. He grinned. “His King was left behind,” I tried again. A smile. I was getting closer. “You were playing a 2-year-old?” I laughed. “For your information,” informed me, “I could have held THAT particular position against the World Champion.” Either my brother was making it all up – or those were some crazy mixed-up pawns! I could see them in my mind, marching side-by-side, washing over his King like a wave, forcing him to surrender. Unless… Suddenly, I had it. I knew the position. I went into the family room and set up our board, putting the White King at a1 and the Black King at a8, then I arranged the six White pawns, and showed my annoying brother how he had made the draw in that silly old position. Can you see the position in your head? No? Get out your board then and see if you can set it up yourself. For the solution, click here.
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