SoTired, on Sep 3 2008, 07:14 PM, said:
the interesting thing is that players that i might rank a 1, also have players that are too poor for them to tolerate.
The words of the great Ogden Nash, America's finest (perhaps only) poet spring irrepressibly to mind. He was writing about golf, not bridge, but he might as well not have been.
I never beheld you, O pawky Scot,
And I only guess your name,
Who first propounded the popular rot
That golf is a humbling game.
You putted perhaps with a mutton bone,
And hammered a gutty ball,
But I think that you sat in the bar alone
And never played at all.
Ye ha'e spoken a braw bricht mouthfu’, Jamie,
Ye didna ken ye erred.
Ye’re richt that golf is a something gamie,
But humble is not the word.
Try arrogant, insolent, supercilious,
And if invention fades,
Add uppity, hoity-toity, bilious,
And double them all in spades.
Oh, pride of rank is a fearsome thing,
And pride of riches a bore,
But they both of them bow on lea and ling
To the Prussian pride of score.
Better the beggar with fleas to scratch
Than the unassuming dub
Trying to pick up a Saturday match
In the locker room of the club.
The Hollywood snob will look you through
And stalk back into his clique,
For he knows that he is better than you
By so many grand a week.
And the high-caste Hindu's fangs are bared
If the low-caste Hindu blinks -
But they're just like one of the boys, compared
With the nabobs of the links.
Ah, where this side of the river Styx
Will you find an equal mate
For the scorn of a man with a seventy six
For a man with a seventy eight?
I will tell you a scorn that matches it fine
As the welkin matches the sun -
The scorn of a man with a ninety nine
For a man with a hundred and one.
And that is why I wander alone
From tee to green to tee,
For every golfer I've ever known
Is too good, or too bad, for me.
Indeed, I sometimes wonder, Jamie,
Slicing into the heather,
In such an unhumble, contemptfu' gamie,
How anyone plays together.