McKenzie and I are still knee-deep in Mr. Jefferson's Sectional, but tomorrow when it's all over, we'll get on with the recap posting. I just wanted to drop by and post a quick story about the worst bridge ever played in the whole world -- really, seriously, worst ever, I swear.
I would never tell such tales about other people -- this one, of course, is all me.
Due to some away-from-the-table drama, my head was not in the game at the beginning of yesterday afternoon's session. I was really upset about something else, and though I've played through emotions before, this time they got the best of me. McKenzie can't wait to post the full story of this hand, but I'll provide the abridged version.
Through a misunderstanding of a splinter bid, our opponents found 4H -- in their 4-0 fit.
And I let them make it.
10 tricks, when McKenzie and I hold 9 trumps between our two hands. I don't know that I've ever been more embarrassed about anything. I'm not sure I could even recreate the stupidity and destructiveness of this line of defense if I stared at the hand record for two hours.
But wait -- it gets even more ridiculous. This -420? Top board -- they're on for 6S.
I guess the bridge gods took pity on me.
More on this and other tournament stories later -- in spite of the above, it has been a very successful tournament for both of us, and we really are having a blast.