As a player of the lovely Hippopotamus (the finest chess opening known to Man), I often castle late, or even by hand deliberately (to slow down the pace of the game).
I can think of no other opening (except, perhaps, the hedgehog or a really risky version of the Sicilian) where castling isn't usually a bit of a priority.
If the center remains closed, castling can be delayed a bit. But in this world there are too many sharp tactical players (who don't mind sacrificing a piece) to make me EVER feel comfortable delaying castling for too long, even if the center is pretty closed.
Except when playing the Prince of Paradox -- the Baron of Backwardness -- the lovely Hippopotamus. Then I not only can, but must, take my time before castling.
And even when playing the Hippo, a man can still get squished by tactical shenanigans if he waits TOO long to castle. I don't know if a woman can get so squished. I haven't seen any women playing the Hippo yet. Some might say to me, uncharitably, that most women have too much common sense to play the Hippo. I hope that's not the explanation.
As a player of the lovely Hippopotamus (the finest chess opening known to Man), I often castle late, or even by hand deliberately (to slow down the pace of the game).
I can think of no other opening (except, perhaps, the hedgehog or a really risky version of the Sicilian) where castling isn't usually a bit of a priority.
If the center remains closed, castling can be delayed a bit. But in this world there are too many sharp tactical players (who don't mind sacrificing a piece) to make me EVER feel comfortable delaying castling for too long, even if the center is pretty closed.
Except when playing the Prince of Paradox -- the Baron of Backwardness -- the lovely Hippopotamus. Then I not only can, but must, take my time before castling.
And even when playing the Hippo, a man can still get squished by tactical shenanigans if he waits TOO long to castle. I don't know if a woman can get so squished. I haven't seen any women playing the Hippo yet. Some might say to me, uncharitably, that most women have too much common sense to play the Hippo. I hope that's not the explanation.