Check, check, check (Alternately titled: He has all my pawns! Alternately titled: I only have my king left!)

Lately, the two older boys have been getting into chess.  So they set up a table in the garage and played with a young lad from a neighboring kingdom.

Spectators escalate the tension in the room, which could be cut with a knife.

Drinks were a must, to cool parched throats aching with the dust of imminent defeat.

You can't win them all.  Or in some cases, sadly, you just can't win.
Seen above, the opponent comforts the loser with a hand to the shoulder while simultaneously reveling in his win.