First the Weather Report in Rochester, New York. It snowed
and we have a clean blanket of snow covering the ground and more on
the way. I have forgotten all my Minnesota driving skills and so have
experienced going down the highways mostly sideways and out of control. Nobody
sent the scotch that I requested in my last post, but fortunately I brought my
little bridge flask along and have had plenty of table experiences that
challenged my resolve.
A couple of times I have discussed what I
believe to be the significant advantage of long term partnerships when it comes
to bidding bridge hands. Usually familiarity presents itself by precise bidding
and a little intuitive feeling about borderline situations that gives them an
edge. In spite of this, they occasionally get off track and you expect to
benefit by the unintended misunderstandings. Lately, however, just when it
looks like somebody is going to put a “top board” in my stocking, I end up with
a lump of coal. Here is an example from Friday (E-W vul):
A4
AKQ72AK4
942
KQ7654
T82
J
853J62 T983
KJ8 QT7
J7
T964Q75
A653
North and South are experienced players, not experts, but
know their way around the bridge table. After my 2 spade bid, North overcalls 3
hearts. Without hesitation her partner raises her to 4 hearts. When the South
hand comes down as dummy, Mike and I are trying to be stoic, but our eyes meet
and we are savoring what surely has to be a doomed contract and a high board
for us. Normally you would expect North to have 14-16 hcps for the 3 level
overcall so when South came down with 7 hcps it became clear that Santa was on
his way. At the conclusion of play as they wrapped their 4 heart contract, we sat
there like plucked geese knowing that we had been the victims of double
offsetting miscommunication. We hear South say “Well, I knew that her bid at the 3 level was highly invitational and I
did have 7 hcps.” North’s rejoinder was “Well, I was surely entitled to bid 3 hearts with 20 hcps. One
wrong compensated for another and our anticipated good board turned into an
average minus. If you hold the North hand, double first and then when South
bids 3 hearts, raise to 4 hearts. Now you are showing 17+ hcps and a game
invitational hand.
The next one catches one of my favorite rascals, Bill Foster,
and his longtime partner, Gayle Phillips, in a senior moment. They are
both Gold Life Masters and Gayle only plays with Bill. After a couple of false
starts, Bill is my nominee for this year’s “zero tolerance” award.
I see Bill and Gayle coming to my table, but I am loaded for
bear with one of my top partners, Lydia Fischer. Lydia celebrates her 90th
birthday today and is so close to 5,000 master points that every time we scratch I
expect diamonds to rain down from the sky. We play K-S by choice which totally
suits me since it is a system I play often. Here are the hands (N- S vul).
KJ7
QT52976
Q64
T986432 void
96 KJ87AK QT52
82 AJT93
AQ2
A43J843
K75
I am South and dealer and open 1NT (12-14). Gayle without
hesitation overcalls 2 spades!!! Lydia passes and without any tempo break
Bill passes. I have no rebid so I pass and we are in 2 spades. All of a
sudden Bill regains consciousness and realizes that he has passed an opening hand
equivalent with a void in the trump suit.
Bill does not take criticism all that well and Gayle can dish
it out when justified, so he goes on the offensive saying, “partner I know I
made a tragic mistake by passing, and please do me the favor of not commenting
about it in front of these nice people. It is not clear what Gayle’s 2 spade bid was all about, but given she claimed it
was preemptive and there was no conventional alert, it seems likely that she
did not notice my 1NT opening. The next thing I hear Gayle saying, “what
mistake, I made a weak bid of two of 2 spades, what did you want to do other
than pass?” Now Bill, always quick to grab the offensive and get off defense,
says “What weak 2 bid, you made a 2 spade overcall!” No one can go from guilt
to indignance quicker than Bill. It was a draw, so Gayle played the hand in two
spades with a ten high suit and a board void in trump. In spite of the
convoluted bidding and mutual miscues, they actually made 2 spades which was a
top score on the board, sharing it with 3 clubs. How did we fare? Well I did
not see diamonds descending from the sky. It was late in the day, and I did get
a chuckle seeing two very good players having super senior moments. Only Bill
Foster could come out of this smelling like a rose. I am sure that he reveled
with our frustration. If he has to stuff a lump of coal in someone’s stocking,
I’m sure that I would be one of his favorite candidates. Merry Christmas and happy New Year to all my readers.
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