Fresh from a humbling in “
Pass the Kleenex
One of my favourite opponents over
the past five years has been Ian Crowe. His
style in many ways is similar to mine – “adventuresome” would be an apt if not
only description. For most of ’96 and
’97. Ian has definitely gotten the
better of me, the latest being in a team game at the end of ’97. Ian had double-KJ of clubs defending against
my 3S contract, and found the J lead.
Dummy held Qxx and I AT9x. The Q
held and being short of dummy entries I decided to repeat the sure finesse and
y ten lost to the K at trick 2. Ian
found a red ace in partner’s hand and secured an immediate club ruff causing me
to eventually go light one in an otherwise cold contract. My partner Mike Betts passed me a Kleenex to
wipe the tears from my eyes; Ian’s partner tossed him a paper towel to wipe the
grin off his face.
An opportunity for revenge arose
playing duplicate at MCG in March. As
Dealer Non-Vul against Vul holding:
S: K
H: -----
D: QJTxx
C: AKQTxxx
I selected the pass card to
commence proceeding planning to parachute into the auction later. The auction proceeded as follows:
Me Ian Bill H Mike
O’
PASS 1H
1S Pass
2C! 2H
3C!! Pass
3H Dbl
3S 4 C
6C DOUBLE
All Pass
After my 3
H and 6C calls Ian inquired of Bill if my 2C was forcing & got a negative
response. He felt he was being had but
holding two red aces he felt compelled to double. Bill had:
S: AQxxxx
H: Q
D: Kx
C: J9xx all
this for a PLUS 1070. I passed Ian
a Kleenex and asked Bill to get me a paper towel.
I know
Audrey Grant wrote The Joy of Bridge and hands like these two are
probably not in it, but this is my joy in bridge, win or lose, matching wits
against worthy and graceful opponents.
Our actions on either hand could have been disastrous. No matter the outcome though, there would
also be a story to share with our low-like friends at the tavern or the
Best of
luck to MCG – Madeline, Kathie & Balon - & thanks to Shawn &
Caroline for getting our newsletter started.
The future of our bridge scene has never appeared better. Be a part of it, leave those egos behind and
let the fun shine through. C’est bon,
mon ami, c’est bon.