This is a true story that concerns a player, noted for his temperamental outbursts, who found himself sitting South after both opponents and his partner had passed.
After some consideration he decided not to open, and the players threw in their hands.
Our friend, however, was not satisfied. Making a hurried grab for his partner’s hand, he spread it out on the table, and a bellow of rage followed:
» CAN’T you open on a hand like that? We’ve missed a cold game»
Calm having been partly restored, it was pointed out that the hand he had picked up was his own.