Ever since high school, people have commented to me that since I'm such a wordsmith, and since I just love to read and write, I must absolutely love the game Scrabble and, so they tell me, I must be good at it. Since then I cringe at the thought of playing Scrabble.
What if I can't come up with any words?
What if I can't come up with any good words?
What if the word I put on the board isn't even *gasp* a word??
I can't handle it, Follies. The pressure is too much. I stare and stare at the board, trying to come up with a word of epic proportions. One that will garner me Double Word Scores or Triple Letter Scores. One that shows the extent of my admittedly limited vocabulary.
|Come play with me, Folly. Forever and ever!|
Last week, I played Scrabble for the first time in 8 years.
A few coworkers and I went to an event at a local espresso and wine bar, put on by the public library, to play some word games. After acquiring glasses of pinot grigio, we joined a nice British lady in some Scrabble.
Nice British lady, as it turns out, is a Scrabble genius. She had the electronic Scrabble dictionary, mental knowledge of most two-letter words, and a few Scrabble competitions under her belt.
I downed that first glass of wine like it was water.
We played, I asked questions, my boss joked around. We ordered a second round of wine. We began a second game. I had to go first. At this point I don't know if it was the wine (and lack of food) or if I was finally getting comfortable with it, but I felt okay. I had a great word to start: ANISE.
Without detailing the game tile-by-tile, I'll skip ahead to the end and let you know that I ended up with 6 tiles leftover: B N N V C and L.
No open vowels on the board that, as far as I could tell, worked with my letters.
Nice British lady kept asking if I had an X. "Xi is a word. So is..." and she started listing off two-letter words, none of which utilized the poor selection of letters I had sitting in front of me.
I came in last place in both games. Dead last. It's not the points that matter but you know what? It is. I can't stand to come in last. And that's what I did. In a word game, as someone who has studied words for my entire, albeit short, life, I came in last. This, Follies, is why I don't play Scrabble.
|Shut up, Vowel!|