No One Tells a Tale Like a Little Deuce
By Ray Adams
The four deuces had the floor the other night at the Sevens and Under Public House.
The four little deuces came out with arms linked onto the main floor of the Sevens and Under Public House.
“No one tells a tale like a little deuce,” they all sang.
“That’s right,” the Deuce of Spades said, “we may not take many tricks, but we sure do know how to signal.”
“None better,” the Deuce of Hearts said. “Every bridge player – even a beginner – can read our signals.”
“Yes,” the Deuce of Diamonds said, “Let’s take this four heart hand as an example.”
“West led the Ace of Clubs,” the Deuce of Clubs said, “and East played me. Pretty clear. Please shift.”
“And so, West shifted to the Ace of Diamonds, East’s bid suit,” the Deuce of Diamonds said. “East played me. Once again, very clear.”
“Now poor West knew there was only one suit left outside trumps,” the Deuce of Spades said,” so West led me.”
“And I ruffed North’s Queen of Spades,” the Deuce of Hearts said. “Now East read my brother, the Deuce of Spades as being suit preference for clubs. So East cashed the King of Clubs and led the Queen of Clubs.”
“And West was able to overruff dummy with the Jack of Hearts.,” the Deuce of Clubs said, “Now East ruffed another spade and look what had happened. The defense had taken the first six tricks!”
“And none of this could have been done without our gift for signaling,” all four deuces said.
“Wow, I bet that was a top for this defensive duo,” the Five of Diamonds said.
“It was,” the Deuce of Spades said. “We had done our job well.”
Soon, all the regulars at the public house were joining in on a chorus of “No one tells a tale like a little deuce.”