Sunday, 7 October 2007

MY SILVER LINING HAND

Sometimes in life, not getting everything you want at the point you want them may be good for you. You may decide that you may not want that something as much as you thought. Or something better may come along – that silver lining in the cloud of delayed gratification.

That silver lining came to me once during one of yesterday’s hands. We have a habit of joking about “stingy” feeders – players who do not discard anything that the next player can chow and "taking revenge" during the next seat rotation. I was trying to make the below mixed straight hand (123D 456C 789B) and playfully complaining that SJ wasn’t being generous enough in her discards.



I couldn’t manage to draw the missing tiles for the straight myself and SJ wasn’t discarding them. This went on for quite a while.

We were into our third row of discards when I noticed a pattern in my tiles. By dint of drawing and discarding, suddenly I had the makings of a full flush hand in front of me – my silver lining!



At this point, EP discarded a 9B. I was, as usual, not paying too much attention at this point, and I konged the 9Bs. Now I wonder if punging them would have been a better strategy. I could always kong the 9B later if I had no use for it, and have one ready 789B set in the meantime.

The beautiful thing was that I drew another 8B slightly later and managed to make pungs of both 7B and 8B. I discarded all the other suit tiles in the process.

By not giving me what I wanted at the point I wanted it, I was now looking at a potential 40 points hand (full flush + pure shifted pungs) instead of a measly 10 points hand from mixed straight + all chows. In a way, I also now see how keeping hands concealed (to a certain point) have their uses.

Unfortunately this hand did not have a happy ending, all due to my own carelessness. Either I had forgotten to take my replacement tile when making the kong, or when declaring flowers, or I had forgotten to draw tiles before discarding. Whichever it was, I ended with one tile less in my hand after making the last pung. As a result, I couldn’t go out.

However, I am still grateful for that philosophical lesson that the hand highlighted.

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