Ultimate Field Chess Rules of Play
“Excelsior or nevermore!” passes the favorite cry of Ultimate Field Chess champions. And thus onward in padded pantalones the squared dance of tooth and lip etches stone and oak by the red-eye’s stark bolts, hurricane swirling, each moved muted, metered out, and concluded. The dice-toss of hand-outs first or second and lotto-spotted trade stations all railed-over and deserted. One draw, two draw, red shift until the blue dawn, play by hot light of fluorescent shocks and sea-spawn.
Hand-painted stick figures hang in a row, line slipped in talc and spit so the fingers make their hold. Score is kept from match to match, while year to year the franchise stash glows and volleys from the holds. The clubs low-turfed to trip creatures sprinting for their homes while waged at contract prices the low-voiced plan a grove.
Target targets and ignite. Sack the still and stationed. Habits thus engaged, pass from youth to old age. Next year’s title begs the champions to differ.