A Day of Bridge

A Day of Bridge

The game of bridge is international.  I have played bridge with players from all over the world.  We could not communicate in words but we communicated with cards, gestures, smiles and hand movements.  Words are among the lowest forms of communication.  In my travels I have never failed to be able to communicate.  Bridge is a partnership game but many of the players don’t understand.  I have seen married couples at war with each other over one hand of bridge or a bid or a misplay.  Bridge is a game; it is that simple and games are for fun and entertainment.  I’m not referring to the Olympic games.  Competition is certainly a part of the game of bridge but I find the challenge with myself, to stay alert and play the best of which I am capable.  An afternoon of bridge with strangers is a day of discovery.  Friendship and romance may begin at the bridge table.  I’ll never forget a lady I met in Vietnam.  She had met her husband at a bridge tournament. As for me I’m not looking for romance at the bridge table.  I’m just looking for an afternoon of challenge and an enjoyable game of bridge.