One December meeting of the District Chess Club at the local Holiday Inn the booze was flowing especially freely because all the would-be Chessmasters were in the holiday mood. One group of players had become especially liquered up and did not want to leave when the meeting ended. They moved to the bar where they started recounting some of their best matches. It started off innocently enough but pretty soon it became apparent that they were no longer sticking to reality as their exploits became ever more incredible.
The bar finally closed but our erstwhile board-gamers just could not quit as they continued to regail each other with their supposed victories. So they found a couch in the entry way and kept at it until the wee hours of the morning.
Finally, the hotel manager came over and said, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but you're going to have to leave. If there's one thing I can't abide in my hotel it's chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."
Shalom.