Three No Trump

I had thought we were going to play Scrabble after dinner tonight. But when someone suggested bridge, I reluctantly agreed, clearly stating that I really suck at bridge and that if my partner yelled at me I would quit. So forewarned, Neal offered to be my partner.

Despite my interest in mathematical things of all sorts, I am just not interested in counting cards and paying attention to the degree you have to in order to be really good at bridge. I can do it if I really try hard, but usually I just don’t care enough. Invariably after about 10 hands, my eyes start to glaze over and I begin yawning interminably.

But tonight Lady Luck was dealing my cards. There was not one hand where I had to pass. I would pick up my cards and see faces and aces every hand. And even when I didn’t get the contract, I had a strong enough hand to support my partner.

Deborah seldom had over 6 points, so she and David were playing a lot of defense. But when your opponents have all the kings and aces as Neal and I often did, no defense is adequate.

It’s after a night like this that I say “Maybe I could learn to really like this game.” But then I remember the games where I have been the one getting lousy cards all night and how discouraging it is.

I’m much more confident of my ability when it comes to Scrabble even though there is still a huge element of luck in terms of what tiles you draw. But I must admit that playing bridge is fun when you are the one taking the tricks.

What’s your game?