…it’s chess:
Naturally, beauty in chess is not the exclusive property of those who break with convention; but I have struggled to find any game of Duchamp which could be described as truly beautiful. This may partly be because he was not as strong as most of the masters he was matched up against when he played for France in various Olympiads: they were just too good at destroying the patterns he was trying to create.
Starting in about second grade, I picked up on chess and never let go. It’s pretty unfortunate that what started out as a craze among kids in the 1970s after Fischer, Kasparov, and Karpov has somewhat demurred into Call of Duty and Mario Kart.