LAPT Vina del Mar: Ask not for whom the bell tolls
About every fifteen minutes, we weren't sure if it was dinner time or if Juau Parra Garces needed someone to bring him a cup of tea.
No matter how significant the hand he played, if he won (or needed some luck) he rang the little bell. It was quite a contrast to the screaming celebrations from across the room. Whereas some players sounded like mammoths stomping across a basketball court, Garces offered something a little more...dignified (we resisted writing dingnified...until just now).
A time went by, the ringing seemed to grow in both frequency and eventually intensity. Garces rang that little bell like his tournament depended on it.
And then the ringing stopped.
'Twas a sad moment here on Blogger Row as we watched Garces ring his way off the table and out of the room. As Garces goes, so goes the little bell.
The bell is dead. Long live the bell.