The following hand is hanging in a frame in our bedroom:
Harold was South, my wife was East and I was sitting West. A lady that I don't know was sitting North. My wife and I had met at the bridge course and we had finished it about two years before this happened at the 1997 Regional in Warren, MI.
I noted the vulnerability only after I had made my Michaels' bid and I was thinking that this could get out of hand. Before his first pass, Harold turned to me and said: "These ladies sure bid them up!". I thought that he hadn't seen my hand yet. Before his next pass, he turned to me again: "These ladies are aggressive!".
After the auction was over, he led a top heart and I put the dummy down. I wrote the following in 1997 (it is in the same frame as the hand):
"South started to laugh out loud. A friendly, honest laugh from somebody who is really enjoying himself. I saw his point. This was not your everyday vulnerable Michaels bid."
Suddenly he stopped laughing, realizing that he was playing 2 beginners. He apologized to me for his rudeness. I said it was okay and that my hand was somewhat funny, but he wouldn't have anything of it. He apologized at least three times more.
The play continued. My wife didn't have any trouble finding the singleton king of trump and a minute later 5♠X made on the nose.
Now Harold really started to laugh. My wife and I laughed along with him and the North lady left the table, since it was the last board of the round and a hospitality break was about to start.
Harold introduced himself, and we introduced ourselves. He told about his chess adventures and the Fischer-Spasski match on Iceland. And, since I played chess before I started playing bridge, I was interested. We had a most enjoyable conversation.
My wife and I went for dinner. When we came back, we decided to watch the beginner lecture that had started already. It turned out that Harold was giving it. A few seconds after we had come in. Harold asked a question to the audience. Nobody was answering. My wife and I knew the answer, but we,... obviously... were not beginners anymore, playing in the open section. Then he vaguely pointed towards me. I pointed towards myself with an asking face: Do you mean me? He yelled through the room:
"YOU!! No, not you! 5♠X making against me! I never want to see you again!"
After the lecture, I went to ask him whether my bid was really that bad. He answered that it was the worst bid he had seen in years, but that he could not argue with success. And he followed that with: "You used to play chess, right? Do you play blind chess? You are white, make your first move." We proceeded to play about 25 moves until the new round was called. His position was clearly better, but he offered me a draw.
Only on the way home, it dawned on me that we actually had one of his books on the shelf...
Our paths did not cross for more than about half an hour, but it was one of the best half an hours of my life..
Harold, rest in peace,
From a one time bridge opponent that you must have forgotten ages ago
Rik