Crows

Hi all

Some minor and Major events. Venus traveled across the sun earlier this month, appearing as a spectacular tiny black spot. Sanne and I saw The Beach Boys at the Greek Theatre, old men with Good Vibrations! The Danish brewer Mikkeller showcased some of his beers at The Trappist in Oakland. His #19 (referring to the total number of hops) is out of this world. And… finally I got to see The Avengers. Heh. Awesome!

I played with Michael Bodell in the 2 day Swiss in Sacramento (Mike Lawrence was there too). Our team had a very slow start with 0 VPs in the first round. But a collective group effort was enough to launch us into day 2 with some carry-over. I don’t know whether it was the lunch that turned our streak of wins into a downward spiral or what. But we ended with a dead average. Such sweat for nothing.

West

North

East

South

 

1

pass

1

pass

2

pass

3 (!)

pass

4

DBL

a.p.

 

So after Michael rebid his suit I was at a crossroads. The singleton calls for NT. But the hard values call for a trump contract. So I made the slight unorthodox raise to 3 . Michael accepted and my RHO had his own opinion about the health and sanity of our contract.

This was the full deal.

North Dealer

NS Vul

North

Q82

AQJ973

Q73

6

West

JT9643

5

96

9854

East

-

KT842

AKJ4

KQJ2

South

AK75

6

T852

AT73

 

As dummy I witness the execution. I see the weight of two days of play resting on Michael’s shoulders already, and -1400 I write down. I can imagine my RHO standing at the bar, telling stories how he wanted to penalize 1 , then in the rebound he wanted to shoot us again, but his patience paid off when we voluntarily bid game.

I hear the shrill squeal of crows. There must be some road kill for them to feast on, I think.