Phony Benoni: I suspect Abraham Kupchik's pieces didn't like him very much.
Chess pieces [refer to be swinging jet-setters, speeding around the board on wild adventures and pursuing epic flights of fantasy. Kupchik's pieces were quiet little creatures in brown suits carrying briefcases. And while we know that eventually it's the briefcases who inherit the earth, it must be frustrating along the way.
Take Black's dark-squared bishop. In the Philidor this piece often assumes a passive role, and this one is exception. It starts off by moving to e7, then back home to f8 where it spends half its life stolidly staring at the d-pawn.
At move 36, it is promoted to a corner office with a view on h6, only to have to rush to the basement to block a check.
Finally, after a few more halting steps, it reaches a state of glorious centralization with 65...Bd4, from where it can survey the entire Promised Lands.
Whereupon it promptly gets traded off. That bishop must have know exactly how Moses felt on Mt. Nebo.
A piece needed patience to play for Kupchi, but that was all right. He had enough for all of them.