Merkin wrote:
We should play some bridge, GONE D. I suspect we could win some tournaments before the inevitable murder/suicide.
I could get it up for a well-lubricated rubber.
(Er...that didn't come out right, did it?)
For Swiss or duplicate, I'm too far out of the loop.
(Still not getting there.)
Let me try one more time. I had a partner who was pure magic. The director of our weekly duplicate sessions used to advise her that she should leave me at home, and play with him instead. Eventually she ran off to Palo Alto to get her MBA; and when she came back to Minnesota, married one of her wind-surfing buddies. The last time I saw her, it was to close out a loan I had co-signed. She was six months pregnant, barely showing, and aglow with happiness.
All that was decades ago. Now I'm so lethargic that I can't seem to rouse myself to make a pilgrimage to Chicago for Wednesday Six. However, were I to arrive in your neighborhood, MERKIN, I would welcome a relaxed rubber - four players to two games - and I'll supply the wine.
There. That's more like it.
For the purposes of fiction, not long ago I composed a hand for Swiss pairs: an unlikely 26 point minor suit slam which played more sensibly at three no trump. It was adequate for the story, but I sat there shaking my head that that was all I had in my bag.