Sanne and I have rescheduled our trip to The Netherlands. Starting Christmas we’ll be spending about three weeks visiting friends and family. Hopefully I can squeeze in some bridge as well. Even after what happened in the story below.
Playing pairs in Piedmont November 30th.
- Super accept, minimum values
My first problem was assessing the value of the South hand after my partner surprised me with his transfer. I was holding lots of nice Aces and a likely valuable doubleton, but the Queen-Jack of seemed like overkill, so I sold it as a minimum. Geoff raised me to game.
When dummy came down I saw that the contract was healthy and sane, so I assumed most players would find this game. Ten tricks are easy on the King of lead. Take the Ace, unblock the King, cross to the Ace and discard a on the Ace. Losing just a trump, a and one .
So I was looking for an overtrick. There is one available in hooking the King, but on the lead I don’t want to endanger the contract. So I won the lead with the Ace, unblocked the King, crossed to the Ace of and played two rounds of pitching all from dummy. East is on lead now and cashes the Queen of . “Sure buddy, I’m going to finesse against your King of “, I smile to myself.
East surprises me with an unexpected fourth round of . I play my Ten and West submerges for nearly two minutes before firing his Ten of torpedo. Yikes! I didn’t anticipate that.
I ruff the return in dummy and now I’m facing the music. Take the trump finesse or go for the drop? Suddenly I wish I had taken the solid plan for ten tricks. Finally I decide to go for the drop, taking West’s long, long pause into account. Defeat.
I still don’t know what West was thinking about. When I found out that my minus 50 was an utter and complete cold bottom I shuddered. Nobody, absolutely nobody was in 4. Only +140’s and +170’s on the travelling score sheet. Sometimes I really hate playing pairs.