Rock, Paper, Scissors: High Drama in the Tournament Ring
Linda Spillers for The New York Times
A referee, Aziz Eltaha, watches as Kevin Mawber, left, and Bob Donaldson compete.
By JENNIFER 8. LEE
opponent and I faced each other across the white lines, separated by an
arm's length in the dark, smoky bar. He planted his feet firmly,
shoulder-width apart, while I fell into a fighting stance, right foot
forward — a natural response from years of tae kwon do. The referee
stood between us. The crowd looked on expectantly.
The rules were deceptively simple — rules that people all over the world grasp as young children.
Paper covers rock. Rock crushes scissors. Scissors cut paper.
But like the game Othello, another childhood favorite, Rock Paper Scissors takes a minute to learn and a lifetime to master.
Rock Paper Scissors has gained a cult following in much of the
English-speaking world over the last few years. The World Rock Paper
Scissors Society, based in Toronto, says that its history dates to
London in the mid-1800's and that its membership has grown to 2,300
from 5 since its Web site, www.worldrps.com, first appeared in 1995.
of mouth generated by the Web site, and by the world championships that
the society has sponsored since 2002, have led to a spread of formal
and impromptu tournaments in bars, fraternity houses, homes and high
schools. A bar in Chapel Hill, N.C., for example, held a tournament on
Aug. 15 that drew 40 competitors. A tournament held for the past two
years at the Roshambo Winery in Healdsburg, Calif., has attracted
hundreds of spectators and competitors.
"The Official Rock
Paper Scissors Strategy Guide," by the brothers Douglas and Graham
Walker, the society's directors, will be published next month by
Fireside Books, and "Rock Paper Scissors: The Movie," a documentary
about the 2003 world championships in Toronto, is to be released in
When I decided to compete in a local tournament and
started training, some of my friends scoffed at the idea that the game
could involve strategy. But this was not the Rock Paper Scissors of the
playground, a hurried competition to see which team got the ball first,
or even of the fraternity, to see who would go and buy the beer. This
was tournament-style Rock Paper Scissors, in which the stakes are high,
and expert players do well over time only because of skill and hard
There were 128 of us competing for the top three places in the D.C.
National Rock Paper Scissors Tournament at DC9, a Washington bar. The
first prize was $1,000 and an XM satellite radio, a significant haul —
although modest compared to the $31,000 BMW that was awarded at a
tournament in Vail, Colo., last April, or to the one million shekels
(about $220,000) that a 13-year-old boy won by beating 700 other
competitors in an Israeli tournament on Aug. 5.
Advice came to me from all directions. An office-mate offered wisdom
gleaned from his days at the frat house: "The key is to throw scissors
early and often." Aaron Hoffman, a math graduate student at Brown
University, suggested that I counter the risk of overthinking my throws
with a seemingly random sequence of numbers. "You could memorize the
digits of pi in base 3," he said. "Zero is rock, one is scissors and
two is paper." Sure I could.
I called experienced players to ask for tips, and learned about the
common tells that can reveal an impending throw. For example, many
people will open up paper early. I was told that most people have a
go-to throw, reflective of their character, when they are caught off
guard. Paper, considered a refined, even passive, throw, is apparently
favored by literary types and journalists; I found I was no exception.
I started going up to people at parties and in the office and
challenging them to quick matchups. I even attended a training session
with the tournament's organizer, Master Roshambollah (also known as
Jason Simmons), and some local players.
Over time, my game was getting sharper. I was winning more than I was losing.
But now that I was here in a Washington bar on a Saturday night,
surrounded by a crowd of onlookers in their 20's and 30's, I was
nervous. Tournament Rock Paper Scissors proceeds a bit like a tennis
competition: game, set, match. The first to win two games wins the set,
the first to win two sets wins the match. The winner moves on to the
next round; the loser, generally, is eliminated. I had never played
under the stress of tournament conditions.
Earlier, in my effort to size up and profile the other people in my
heat, I had spoken with an opponent, Ryan Taylor. I had been warned of
the importance of understanding his personality and level of
experience. Mr. Taylor was 23 and had a shaggy 70's-style haircut, and
he said he had never played competitively before.
The referee put his hand between us and asked, "Ready?" He reminded us
that vertical paper (which resembles a handshake) was a no-no. Many
people had fouled on vertical paper over the years. We nodded.
I decided that I would try to psych out Mr. Taylor, using a a technique I had learned from the strategy guide.
I arched my eyebrows, looked him in the eyes, and said slowly, in a flat voice, "I'm going to throw rock."
He seemed momentarily thrown, but then regained his composure.
The referee lifted his hand and we started pumping our fists in sync, the part of the game known as the prime.
"One. Two. Three. Shoot."
Mr. Taylor was wondering, as he later told me, if I was really going to
throw rock: "If she is, she expects me to throw paper, in which case
she would throw scissors, in which case I should throw rock. If she
really will throw rock, then at worst we would tie."
He threw rock. I threw paper. I won.
What Mr. Taylor didn't realize was that I was playing a defensive
rather than offensive game, on the advice of one of the experienced
players I had spoken with.
"If you are trying to beat them, you only have one throw" that will
work, said Benjamin Stein, a 25-year-old computer programmer in New
York. "If you play a defensive game, you have two throws. You can
either tie or beat them, and you are successful." Draws are valuable,
he explained, because they give you the chance to get more information
about your opponent's mindset and strategy. If I could eliminate one of
my opponent's three possible next throws, Mr. Stein said, I had a
pretty good shot at staying alive.
In this case, I had a strong hunch that Mr. Taylor wouldn't throw
scissors, just in case I did actually throw rock. So that left him
paper or rock. So I played paper, because that meant I would either tie
him (if he played paper) or beat him (if he played rock).
It was logic worthy of "The Princess Bride."
The referee raised his hand to ready us for the next throw.
I tried to divine what Mr. Taylor was planning. I decided he wasn't
going to throw rock again after I had just beat him, so scissors was a
safe throw for me.
I threw scissors. He threw paper. Game and set were mine. I was only one set from advancing to the next round.
But then I lost the next two throws in rapid succession. Knowing that
novices tend to cycle all three throws, I threw a rock, thinking it was
time for him to throw scissors. Instead he splayed his hand in flat
paper formation. Then his scissors beat my paper. A one-two punch.
We were tied. My heart beat faster. How had I lost a set so quickly?
I gestured for a time-out, to break his momentum and regain my senses.
I was disoriented. In the strategy guide, I had read about
predetermined three-throw gambits used in competition. I considered a
few — Paper Dolls, Fistful of Dollars, the Bureaucrat — before settling
on the Avalanche: Rock, Rock, Rock.
I threw my first rock. He went with paper. Ugh. Now it was down to match point.
I breathed deeply. Everything was on the line with this throw.
I threw the second rock. He repeated paper. I was out, eliminated from the tournament.
I saw Mr. Taylor later that night, after he had made it to the top 32.
I learned that he had just moved to Washington a few months ago to work
at a local theater. (Theater! If I had known that about him, I could
have profiled him as a paper guy.)
He offered to buy me a drink, and asked for my number.
I gave it to him. But only because I want a rematch.
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