People ask me what I like about Bridge (usually with some disbelief). After all, how many former poet potheads think a good time is sitting around playing cards? Poker sure. But Bridge? Here’s my answer, aside from the fact that it’s a highly competitive and challenging game that involves both team work and individual skill. It’s the way Bridge pre-empts all other thought. When I play Bridge, all the noisy voices in my head (and in my head those voice are usually nasty) quiet. You need to concentrate so deeply when you play that you can’t think of anything else. Hours slip away. It’s intoxicating and absorbing, and it reminds me of only one other things: writing.
What makes time disappear?
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