“Sorry, partner, my cardiologist told me I can’t play bridge with you anymore.”
Player at the bridge table: “My bridge partner is an angel!” Opponent: “You’re lucky. Mine’s
still alive.”
Bridge is like a grindstone. Whether it grinds a person down or polishes
a person up depends on what one is made of.
Seven
days without bridge makes one weak.
There is a very fine line between “hobby" and “mental illness.”
My daughter went away to school many years ago. I had more
time on my hands so I played quite a bit of bridge. She called me one day to tell me about a nightclub her and her friends
went to the night before. "Oh, that's not that impressive, sweetie," I replied. "Last night, my partner and I
went FIVE clubs."