Over the years, I have witnessed a fair number of bad behaving players.
During a tournament at a chess club, one man actually threw his chair over the table and hit his opponent. Fortunately, the victim got far enough out of the way enough to avoid serious injury. The thrower was kicked out and suspended from club.
A youthful opponent of mine was making substantial noise while eating chips from a super size bag. It didn’t bother me, but one adjacent player had summoned the TD. At that moment, the boy managed to spill the the entire bag onto our board and the floor. He was rebuked by the TD, but no further penalty was assessed. I was mostly just amused, and proceeded to crush him.
In a FIDE rated RR tournament (not a norm event), my opponent phoned me 30 minutes before our game to inform me that he had withdrawn. Unfortunately, I already had commuted about an hour and was minutes away from the club. When I arrived, none of the staff knew of the withdrawal. They did tell me about my opponent’s painful defeat the previous round. At least this story ended happily, as the withdrawing player refunded the entry fees of all 9 players.
Like many others, I could relate a few stories about opponents using profanity in a variety of languages. One particular opponent got himself into a lot of pressure, both on the clock and in his bladder. The rest rooms were on another floor, and he had less than a minute to make 10 moves to time control. I had about an hour on my clock. He launched a desperation attack, forcing me to take my time calculating wild tactics. He repeatedly cursed in Russian and English, which didn’t bother me, except that some of my young students walked by the board.
But my craziest story could have ended much worse. During a round in the mid 1990s, a stranger enters the room and walks up to a master. There is a brief commotion, and both the master and the stranger walk outside, passing right behind me. As I was low on time in a difficult position, I tried not to look. Police arrived in 2 or 3 minutes and, after some shouting, arrested the stranger. I found out later that the stranger had pulled a loaded gun on the master, forcing him outside. Apparently there was some love triangle. Triangular opposition anyone? (The master later offered draw to his much weaker opponent, which was accepted.)
On the bright side, I don’t have too many bad TD stories to tell. Maybe I have just been spoiled by a number of good directors in my area.
Michael Aigner