I happened to be nearby when Washington said he was looking for a “decent” partner for tonight’s game. I volunteered anyway. I may not be decent, but I play bridge pretty well. Okay, so only half that’s true, but he agreed to play with me nonetheless.
My defense was only slightly better than it had been yesterday afternoon, which is to say it was pretty awful. Bridge is not a game in which choosing the devil you know pays off very well. And, most of the time, I only think I know what the devil’s going on. Tonight I led right into an almost completely solid suit in dummy in the hopes that my partner was void (I had a lot of cards in the suit, but none large enough to be a stopper). I guess I thought if he wasn’t void it wasn’t going to hurt anything. He was not void. He did have the ace in the suit that I had chosen not to lead for fear of pickling my queen. What I had failed to take into account was the fact that if I was wrong about the void my queen was dead anyway and now, thanks to my asinine play, so was his ace. Surprisingly it wasn’t a zero, someone managed to defend it even worse than I did — I suspect a revoke had to be involved.
As of this moment, I’m unlikely to play bridge in real life again until Friday. I suppose I ought to brace myself for the withdrawal symptoms.