When I first learned to play bridge, in my last year of high school, I read some books by the late Terence Reese. He was, and is, acknowledged as one of the finest bridge writers. In a way, he was my bridge idol. A scant few months later during the 1965 World Bridge Championships in Buenos Aires, the bridge world was rocked by the accusation of cheating levelled against Reese and his partner, Boris Shapiro. It was reported in newspapers and magazines around the world and in subsequent years Reese wrote a book about it (“Story of an Accusation“) as did Alan Truscott (“The Great Bridge Scandal“) — not surprisingly, both books support opposing views of Reese and Shapiro’s guilt.
It has been a while since I wrote anything about bridge. Part of that is that I have not been playing or directing for some time.
I have debated whether or not to talk about this, as I am not sure anyone is really interested. However, I realized that if I do write about it, people can just ignore the post — assuming anyone knows it exists in the first place!
The issue revolves around why I play the game and have occasionally taught and directed games. I have played bridge, off and on, all my adult life (with a 15-year hiatus early in my working career). I play bridge because it is a fascinating and addicting game. Also, I am not very good at socializing and playing bridge has given me an opportunity to meet and interact with people.
I played with Leo Weniger in two events of the St. John’s Sectional this past weekend. Leo was visiting from Halifax and one of the things that made this such a great experience for me was Leo’s conduct at the table. I have never played in very many tournaments, but have played in a few — from Club championships, Sectionals, Regionals, Nationals, Zonals and one (former) World Bridge Olympiad. It doesn’t take many tournaments to get a feel for the general deportment.
I both direct games and play. I try very hard not to get roped into doing both at the same time! That is a topic unto itself.