When I leave for an international tournament, my friends wish me good luck – and tell me to have a lovely, relaxing vacation.
Huh?!
A bridge tournament is about as far as one can possibly get from relaxing!
Here it is, almost 4AM – and I have not yet been able to sleep. I’m trying to determine why one tournament, I seem to be a rising star . . . and a few months later, this game seems to confound me at every turn. It is the nature of the beast. While assuredly good sense, people reading, statistics, memory, concentration and far more weigh in – luck of the draw plays a role, too. Some days the heavens seem to be tilting in your direction. Other days? Hold on.
I doubt I will ever stop loving this game. But – that doesn’t mean that on any given day, I am not frustrated to the hilt with it, either!
And now? Some photos of my friends from around the world that this stupendous game has delivered to me.
Cross posted at What If?