tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933884385633374892.post4795322993011171213..comments2023-09-10T04:19:57.843-04:00Comments on BolingersCottage: Bridge Campmorgan younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156150303596246975noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933884385633374892.post-71711095396985496342011-07-18T19:57:28.418-04:002011-07-18T19:57:28.418-04:00So funny, Lynne! Maybe once you figure out the Br...So funny, Lynne! Maybe once you figure out the Bridge cliff notes you can teach me! XXOO Your Little SisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933884385633374892.post-74778547796135485232011-07-18T16:31:19.655-04:002011-07-18T16:31:19.655-04:00My only venture into bridge was in 1969. My girlfr...My only venture into bridge was in 1969. My girlfriend lived across the street in a sorority and in between marching against the Vietnam War, sorority girls thought it was very chic to play bridge. They played a lot of bridge. <br /><br />After full disclosure that I had never played, there was a quick tutorial, much like what you described, then I was thrust into live competition. <br /><br />All I can recall of that competition was that each and every time, AFTER I would bid ("3 spades" e.g.) my girlfriend, who was always my partner, would drop her cards facedown on the table, stare at me across the table and say, "How could you bid that?" as though I was trying to torpedo our chances at victory. <br /><br />This went on everytime I bid. No bid escaped blistering and caustic remarks. <br /><br />That was the one and only time I ever played bridge. Instead, I took up drinking whiskey and cock fighting, both excellent forms of entertainment, seperate or in conjunction with each other. <br /><br />42 years later, my bridge partner is my wife of 38 years, but she has only been my partner for life, not bridge.William Everett Beck IIhttp://www.williameverettbeck.comnoreply@blogger.com