Bridge… the sport of old ladies! And apparently some college students.
One night my sophomore of year of college my friend Dwigget taught us how to play bridge. We were suspect at first, but honestly up for anything so we played… and played… and played. Soon there were nightly bridge games lasting hours and hours and about 8 of were in the rotation.
It really is a wonderful game. One of those games that’s about strict perfection of memory, planning, and intuition. It’s about being on the same wavelength with your partner and having a lot of patience. It’s about having a place to drink gin. It’s rather different from poker even though memory is just as important, while poker is kind of the center for showboating, bridge is completely about subtle execution. Most of the time all four people know exactly how the game is going to play out and it’s about picking the exact ways to take advantage of what might be a single opportunity to bring your opponent down.
It really is one of my favorite card games. Unfortunately, I’ve never, ever, ever met anyone else under the age of 40 who knows how to play. Y’all don’t know what you’re missing.
I ❤ Bridge.