I'm not pleased with my bridge game lately. I know I can do better, and often I'll sit and think about a play or a bid for a long time, only to realize what I should have done differently a second too late. That's really frustrating. I've been playing like a B player, and I'd like to think that I'm not one. I think I've been too distracted by how awesome Oregon is:)
I have this bad habit of assuming my opponents don't know what they're doing. I mean, quite often, these theories are confirmed, but then again, not everyone is an idiot, and when I take someone for a fool who's not one, I get schooled. And I don't recognize the good players on the west coast yet. I guess that'll come in time.
I misplayed a hand earlier today because my LHO gave such flagrant body language, I was sure she had a trump stack. The auction went P (1D) to me, I bid 1H, and it passed around. When she picked up her pass cards, she jerked them off the table and SLAMMED them into her bidding box. When she led, she practically threw her card at her partner. I was sure she was pissed because he hadn't recognized her trap pass and reopened with a double, so I didn't draw trumps, thinking that she had all the honors I was missing to my left. Turns out, she was just a grumpy old bitch, and trumps broke 3-3 with the honors onside. Dangit. I was down one instead of making one or two.
That kind of thing gets in my head a little more than it should. I know I could play a lot better if I could just move on after tucking the cards away. Oh well. Harvey and I finished the afternoon session somewhere in the middle of the pack, and I'll try to shake off my bad afternoon and do some good things this evening. We're still alive.
I'll post some hands at the end of the day, if I'm up to talking about it then. I do feel like Harvey and I had some great auctions in spite of all the mediocrity, I just don't want to think too much more about this afternoon for a while. It was one of those really frustrating sessions that you just want to leave behind you.