Cold Grand Slam

Another use for a transfer. Continue reading

At the regional tournament in Hyannis I picked up this middle-of-the-road 16-count:

♠T983 AK6 Q83 ♣AK7
RHO, who dealt, passed. We were playing the standard 15-17 point range for 1NT, so my first bid required little thought.

LHO passed. My partner, who had much more experience than I did, ruminated over her response for a half minute or so. Since almost all 1NT responses are routine, that surprised me a little. I was even more shocked when she reached deep into the bidding box and pulled out the 6NT card. Here is what she held:

♠AKQ 95 AKT75 ♣Q43
Like most of the players in our direction, we made made seven for 1020. This was about as cold a grand slam, at least in no trump, as you ever see. It works if diamonds split 3-2, if LHO has the J, and if either the J or 9 is a singleton. There are also squeeze opportunities in three suits.

I remarked at the time that I could think of no tool that would tell her that I had the Q. However, halfway through the next hand I realized that we did have such a tool: four-way transfers. Here is how it could have worked:

  1. She bids 2NT, which is a transfer to 3.
  2. I complete the transfer, which tells her that I have at least three diamonds headed by the queen. If I had less, I would bid 3♣ instead. Some people reverse these meanings.
  3. She uses Blackwood to determine that I have both missing kings and aces. At the same time my 5♠ response would confirm that I also held the Q. After she learned that I had two kings she would know every important card in my hand. 7NT would be a pretty easy bid.

As I said, a minority of teams found it. In fact, a couple of them went down in some contract, probably 7♠.

The moral of the story is that transfers can be used for more than setting the trump suit and right-siding the hand.

The Rat Wore Chanel

Declaring a passed-out 1NT opener. Continue reading

We were vulnerable when I picked up this hand as dealer in last Saturday’s pairs game:

♠AQJ Q95 KJ865 ♣QT
We were playing 15-17 for a 1NT opener, so that is what I bid. Everyone passed, and LHO set the 6 on the table. Partner followed with this layout:

♠74 J62 AT973 ♣863
In no trump contracts one normally counts winners. The heart lead meant that I had a heart trick to go with five likely diamond tricks and the ace of spades. Unfortunately, the opponents still had two heart tricks and an unknown number of club tricks. I cheerfully called for a low heart. RHO played the ten, and I took my heart trick.

Surely that meant that LHO had the two missing heart honors. I decided that if anyone had three diamonds, it was probably RHO. I led low to the board and, sure enough, LHO showed out. I realized that I could take five diamond tricks and still take two finesses in spades. That would give me nine tricks, which would surely be a top, if the finesse worked.

The question was: Where was the king of spades? I convinced myself that it was a better than 50-50 proposition that RHO had it. LHO had already shown seven points and a void, and RHO had only indicated a worthless queen. Besides, LHO led hearts. The opponents had eight spades and only seven hearts. RHO almost certainly had the majority of the spades.

I knew that it was a gamble, but I tried the finesse after three rounds of diamonds. It failed, and I went down two for a bottom. My partner was not happy with me.

I should have smelled a rat. From now on whenever I play a 1NT contract, I plan to ask myself: Why did the opponents not interfere? There are exactly three possibilities:

  1. Both opponents have balanced hands.
  2. The opponents do not have the tools to make a two-suited overcall.
  3. The opponents do not understand the importance of interfering with a 1NT bid.

I should have realized that something was amiss even before the play to the first trick. Since we had ten diamonds, the opponents only had three. One of them had to have a void or singleton. Thus, it was not possible that they both had balanced hands.

While I could have indeed scored nine tricks if the spade finesse worked, I should have realized that +90 would probably be a very good score on this hand. The opponents had as much strength as we did, they had a double-fit in clubs and spades, one of them was very short in diamonds, and they had the top honors in hearts. I should have seen that they certainly could outbid us and make at least a partial.

As the cards lay, the opponents actually could make 5♣, 4, or 4♠!

Eleventh Century Liars

You cannot even trust monks and priests. Continue reading

Life in Europe was certainly different in the Middle Ages. Education, for example, was almost totally restricted to only one group of people, the monks. The most obvious effect of this isolation was the fact that nearly all Europeans — even the clergy and the nobility — were completely illiterate. Everything that anyone understood about the world was filtered through the monasteries. The monks decided both what knowledge should be provided to the current generation and what knowledge should be left for the next one.

A slightly less obvious effect involves historians of the era. Nearly everything that was written about the early middle ages was recorded by monks. If every monk had been unbiased and scrupulously honest, the record would still be hopelessly flawed because monasteries were not ubiquitous, and some monasteries kept much more complete records than others. In fact, however, the picture of the monk as a saintly tonsured scribe dutifully recording the activities of the day using the highest standards of modern journalism is laughable. Everything that was written was composed for some specific purpose, and veracity often took a back seat to persuasiveness.

Two examples can illustrate this point. The first is the case of Ademar of Chabanne, who lived from 989 to 1034. Ademar became enamored of the efforts of the monks of Limoges to promote the reputation of St. Martial, who had been sent to the Aquitaine region of France by Pope Fabian in the third century. Martial became the first Bishop of Limoge. The young monk took to heart the stories that were going around that Martial had been one of the original apostles and had actually witnessed the Last Supper and Pentecost. Ademar spearheaded a project to rewrite the official history of the saint to transport him back in time a couple of hundred years. He also implemented important changes, additions, and deletions to other historical documents that were in the possession of the abbey in Limoges to accord with this fiction.

Unfortunately for Ademar, some itinerant monks saw through his scheme and publicly humiliated him. Ademar, however, did not give up. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, but he did not make his work public. Instead, he secreted away all of his writing in the abbey’s scriptorium, where they were discovered approximately one generation later. By then Ademar had been dead for some time, and evidently no one remembered the fact that his respect for the truth had been severely called into question.

In fact, as incredible as it may seem, for nine centuries Ademar’s version of history was used as the basis of many historical analyses. Because he wrote well, he wrote a great deal — including a history of Aquitaine from the time of Charlemagne up to his day — and because he was one of the very few people in Aquitaine who put anything at all to parchment in the eleventh century, Ademar’s writings were not questioned for 900 years. Even after he was outed in the 1920’s as an inveterate liar, historians continued to quoted him.

Why would Ademar help promote a story that he almost certainly knew was a lie? Well, the cathedral in Limoges contained the relics of St. Martial. Pilgrims had always flocked to it as a holy site, but once the news spread of the saint’s reputation as one of Jesus’ companions, the number grew substantially. For a short while Ademar played an important role in the aggrandizement of the diocese, the community, and his monastery.

Richard Landes wrote a very entertaining account of this entire episode. You can read it here.

Another example is Ralph (sometimes called Raoul or Rudolph) Glaber, a monk who lived in the very famous monastery at Cluny, at least for a while. His most celebrated work is a five-volume history of the period 800-1040. Despite the fact that Glaber’s tome is replete with errors, it is difficult to find any historical work about the early middle ages that does not rely on it in one way or another. If nothing else, it is thorough. This is the work that popularized the fanciful notion that people freaked out as the year 1000 approached.

The last pope of the period about which Glaber wrote was Benedict IX. One would certainly expect that any Christian historian would be fairly knowledgeable about a contemporary Supreme Pontiff. At one point in his history, however, Glaber reports that Benedict was only ten-years-old when he became pontiff. Later in the same work he claims that Benedict was twelve when he assumed the throne. Both of these claims are now considered outrageously wrong. There is no record of Benedict’s date of birth, but we do know a good bit about his father, who held several important offices in Rome, and most historians now are confident that Benedict was no younger than twenty when he took the throne.

What these two men have in common is that they were both French monks. That not only gave them access to pen and parchment; it made them part of a community that was very active politically in the eleventh century. The idea that monks were men devoted to finding God in various mundane ways is grossly insufficient for explaining their role the eleventh century. The monks — particularly those at Cluny — were actively working to promote peace in Europe and to “reform” the Church, which, in the end, meant taking over the papacy. It was no coincidence that the last three popes of the century were monks with ties to Cluny.

So, if this were put in terms of political parties, in the first part of the century, the party of the noble Roman families controlled the papacy. In the middle, the emperor, with the support of the monks, appointed a few popes. In the last few decades, the monastic party held sway and brought the Church back to its Christian roots. At least that is what the history books say. On the other hand, one must remember that the monks wrote those histories, and some of those last few popes had so little power that they dared not set foot in Rome. During that time another man — now considered an anti-pope — was running the Church and claiming to be pope.

The CANE collection

Eat your heart out, Annie Liebovitz. Continue reading

A few months ago I was surprised to hear from Donna Lyons that she was interested in using some of the photos that she saw in the online journal of my trip to southern Italy last October. Donna is a member of the Classical Association of New England. She was in charge of gathering photos for a set of note cards and posters that the association was selling as a fund-raiser.

They actually used three of my photos. They look stunning on the cards. I have not seen the posters yet. Here are the ones that they used.

Constantine

The head of Constantine in the Capitoline Museum in Rome.

The Temple of Ceres in Paestum.

Hera

They PhotoShopped Ed and Charlotte Zieve out of the Temple of Hera photo.

Michael Dworetsky’s LM Party

Yesterday evening at the Hartford Bridge Club sixty-one people gathered to celebrate Michael Dworetsky’s achievement of the rank of Life Master. After the sixth round there was a little ceremony, and I gave a little testimonial speech. Here is an … Continue reading Continue reading

Yesterday evening at the Hartford Bridge Club sixty-one people gathered to celebrate Michael Dworetsky’s achievement of the rank of Life Master.

After the sixth round there was a little ceremony, and I gave a little testimonial speech. Here is an approximation of the text.

I need to make three points. 1. It has been a long hard road for Michael Dworetsky, a founding member of the Hartford Bridge Club. This was, of course, back in the days when they played in the basement of McGinty’s Pool Hall, and you had to walk through a speakeasy to get to the tables. Michael and his buddies drove up from college in their Hudson roadster. You could easily distinguish them from the other players by their spats and their raccoon coats. He has often regaled me with stories of how before they had directors, disputes over ethics or points of procedure were often taken “out back.”

After serving under General Patton in WW2, Michael returned to Hartford and resumed playing Tuesday and Thursday evenings at the HBC. Throughout the forties, fifties, sixties, etc., he accumulated master points at the rate of .24 or so per month. On one of those nights a few years ago he asked me about tournaments, and I explained how you could get gold, red, and silver points there. He started attending tournaments and saw some success.

One other historical note. Michael works in investments, and he has been very successful at it. In the go-go days of the last decade, however, lots of people in his profession got a little over-leveraged and experimented a little too much with exotic financial instruments. It. Got. Bad. To the point where Michael and Ellen found themselves … homeless. Two manifestations stand out in my memory. Once I found him sitting in this very room with a hole in his loafer the size of a silver dollar. I volunteered to get his shoes repaired, but he said that he knew of a big cardboard box, and he could just cut a piece to stick in the shoe. I just shrugged. The other time was when we were playing at the Ukrainian Home. The caddy, who was a cute little guy no bigger than this, walked past our table with a big honkin’ cupcake with icing. Michael stopped him and asked him: “Are you going to eat all of that?” I got a lump in my throat, but I did not say anything.

Point 2: Michael is a really good bridge player. He has read just about every book there is on the subject. If you want to know the strengths and weaknesses of the McCabe Adjunct, he is your man. But the proof of the pudding is in the eating, and I posit this as a touchstone of his prowess. We were playing at the sectional in Greenwich – in the very event that he earned the last silver points that he needed. I put him in a difficult six no contract, and he brought it home by recognizing and executing a real squeeze. It was a joy to watch.

Point 3: Michael is a terrific partner. I cannot tell you how many of my screw-ups he has endured without yelling at me – like the time I spilled coffee in his car. The worst one, however, might have been when we were playing in a very important match in the GNT qualifier. I opened a spade. Lefty overcalled two hearts. Michael cue-bid three hearts inviting me to game. Righty passed. I went into the tank and finally judged that we were a little short of what we needed for four spades. I pulled out not the three-spades card, but the pass card and left Michael to play — in the most important hand in a very important match — in a three-one heart fit. Not a peep out of him.

The most that he ever did was at a sectional in Rhode Island when he made me wear my baseball cap pulled down over my eyes so that he did not have to look at my facial expressions. Who could blame him? He more than made up for that, however, when the night after he made Life Master he drove me into the city and introduced me to mountains of food at the Carnegie Deli. Partners don’t come any better than that.

On the other hand, one thing about him really grinds my grits. Every session – every session! – he fills out an entirely new convention card. Then, when it is over, he always folds it into eighths and stuffs it into his shirt pocket. So, I obtained for him this el cheapo convention card holder and populated it with a few of the cards that he plays with various partners.

Congratulations and thanks for the memories.

MD & MW

And a splendid time was had by all.