Pandemic
bridge is giving me a case of existential despair. It just doesn't carry the same kind of cosmic significance that 15 years of six-day-a-week club play did.
For
one thing, playing every day is much less of an imperative. Exhibit #1: My constant partner, Selina Volpatti, is skipping this afternoon's game for a session with her manicurist.
For me, it's medical appointments. Does one intrude on an Internet game? So be it. Bridge dates online are made to be
broken. Pre-coronavirus, a date with a doc would have been delegated to one end
of the day or the other. Those hours at the tables were sacrosanct. Nothing
was more full of meaning.
On the other hand, maybe this is just a crisis of master points.
Selina and I play mostly in the ACBL matches
on OKBridge and even though we’ve earned more than 40 points there since April,
they’re not real points. They do not count in the ACBL's unit and district point races.
For real
points, we need Bridge Base Online. Currently, we only get there three times
a week in the St. Catharines
Sigh! This climb to Emerald Life Master keeps rolling back to the bottom of the hill. Move over, Sisyphus. We're opening up another lane.
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