I was afraid to speak ill of the dead in public, but since someone else broke the ice, I'll say that I'm certainly not crying. The man was a spoiled brat who thought far too highly of himself just because he could beat the ass off of any chess player on Earth. If I had been alive in '72, the Cold War factor would have been the only thing keeping me from rooting for Spassky. I'm never happy to see someone die (with some notable exceptions), but I can't say I'm sad at Bobby's passing.