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During the first weekend there was a vision in loveliness: Eddie the TD, resplendent in a cream Tuxedo and a black shirt. Unfortunately, the white bow tie reminded me of a vicar! Also we saw Angela, very prettily dressed [my wife, Liz, used a slightly different word]: all the male TDs agreed, after they had walked past her table four times to check!
Anyway, on to the main events of the week: the Midnight Speedball events. The first was on Friday night: I was directing, so I only played two boards [when players were in the bar]: I found the only lead to let through twelve tricks, then a different partner let 2
x make. My first 0% session!
I played with the Rottweiler [Richard Probst] next night and it was great fun 15 minutes for five boards, then into the bar for fifteen minutes. A single imp more in our second, third or fourth match would have been enough for the win.
Brighton races were on. In one race my horse ambled round half asleep with me swearing at him: three-quarters of the way round he woke up, moved up two places, shouldered another horse out of the way [the stewards eventually accepted the jockey's explanation!] , passed a few more horses, and then overtook the long term leader with two strides to go: that reminded me why I go to the races!
After accidentally playing with John, Richard's father in the Tuesday Pairs, and unfortunately missing 6
, for which I was unaccountably blamed [why should I mention my eight-card club suit when partner has opened? anyway, John should have beaten 2
] I tried the next Speedball on Wednesday with Eva Turner. 1400 is a common score when I play, of course, usually in the out column, but this was slightly unusual: I redoubled 5 and made an overtrick! Sadly, Eva could only manage six tricks in 2
x in our last hand: one more trick for the win!
"What time does the Midnight Speedball start?" asked one player, innocently! Unfortunately, when it did start, my TD colleague, John Probst, did not sort out a problem quickly enough, so Mike Swanson and Mary Hart lost a board. Naturally I fined John, which the players appreciated.
Last Sunday, a player called me to the table at the end of the hand to explain that his partner had misinformed the opponents: he made sure I knew it was misinformation, by pointing to the convention cards: he told me the ladies were unhappy. I tried to find out how they had been damaged: they could not suggest any way, so he suggested a method to them. He showed the highest degree of Active Ethics, and the game is much pleasanter for people like him.
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