(See Cover)
The onetime Philadelphia lawyer seemed strangely out of place among the fierce-eyed, quick-fingered, nerve-torn bridge experts competing for the Life Masters Pair Gold Cup at Miami Beach's Americana Hotel. In a game whose fascinating frustrations can bring out the worst of man's nature, he remained bland and smiling. In a game where a peek can be worth two finesses, he carelessly held his hand within easy view of roving eyes. He actually treated kibitzers as humans ("I might as well love them. I'm married to them"), and he went out of his...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
