
Story by Neil D (BBO: covid2030)
It was just another normal Tuesday evening club night at the Royle Bridge Club in Auckland. As usual, I was playing with my partner Pete, whom I had known since I was a week old, and I sat East. I lived in the east and Pete lived in the west. Pete was a few months older than me and had more tolerance at the table than I.

3♠ was our contract, and as declarer, midway through the play it looked a struggle, as the spade break had not been kind.
Looking across at dummy, then back to my hand, I could see no way to draw trumps, dump my losers, and make nine tricks. Glancing down at the tricks on the table, I counted four in the bag, and was astonished to see a flash of red at my feet. I had dropped a card onto the tapestry carpet. Unsure of the etiquette or club rules surrounding such a circumstance, I thought it best to pick the card up, return it to my hand, play the hand out, and then call the Director.
With as much casualness as I could muster, I bent down, grabbed the card, and returned it to my hand. The ace of spades. I couldn’t believe it. My 3♠ contract was now cold. Two tricks later, and with nonchalance and grace and a quiet inner confidence, I floated the ace of spades onto the table.
To my left was the eldest gentleman in our club, deep into his nineties, I believe. I saw him glance at the ace of spades, then his eyes flicked to mine.
“You’ve already played that,” he said.
I stifled a laugh, realizing that I was attempting to play the ace of spades twice. Across the table, Pete said nothing, but his eyes were like saucers. The director was called, and it became clear I had played the ace of spades at trick two. I had no recollection of playing it earlier, let alone even seeing it in my hand.
I have played decades of club bridge and pride myself on being able to remember the bulk of cards played over a twenty four board session. They do say pride comes before a fall. A hidden beauty of bridge is that, at some stage, one’s mind will inevitably go for a walk and deliver a surprise for the table.
I was declarer at 2 hearts. After the opening lead, I started planning my play to make the part score. Then I realized I had 2 diamond cards mixed in with my hearts. I actually got the giggles as it was the ultimate in stupidity. I never figured out how I made that mistake, but I'm much more careful.
I was supporting my partner in 4 heart, when I put dummy down ,my 4 hearts were 2 hearts and 2 diamonds !,! My excuse is my failing eyesight I have MND, but really it was carelessness. Poor partner
I once bid game because I had 2 singletons both singletons were low spades
thanks for sharing. Nice to know that even experienced expert players can make mistakes although rare. give me hope
That’s a great story thanks for sharing.
I adore bridge, I’m 82 years old and I started playing when I was 13 at a beautiful ranch in the central part of Mexico. I was allergic to horses and couldn’t go for a ride with the rest of the kids so I had to stay with my mom and her friends. One of the ladies got sick so they made me take the cards. I found it amazing. Well since then I’ve been playing bridge in and out, nowadays I find it relaxing and lots of fun!
I live now in Mexico City, I’m Mexican by the way. My husband is a diplomat between other things. I lived in the US periods of time, almost 10 years in and our. Well thank you for reading my short bridge story!
You have a beautiful life.
Oui, là la fierté en prend un coup! On est si malheureux quand on fait une faute...
Pour surmonter le choc il faut vite oublier et penser que désormais toute erreur sera écartée ! Que nenni ! Il faudra encore subir d'autres avatars avant de triompher du jeu et de sa fierté.
Je parle aussi pour mon propre cas...