Thursday, November 10, 2005

I am cursed, I tell you!

I love word games. Until a couple of years ago, I was pretty smug about my skill with them. Our church has a family game night several times a year. So, I glommed right on that when we joined. I met my match in Scrabble. My (now good) friend Chris is unbeatable, as far as I can tell. I feel good if I can come within a hundred points of her.

However, I assumed that Chris was an abberation. Surely, I could still beat just about anyone else. Or at least give as good as I get. I am not so sure any more.

My good buddy Brian and I started playing Scrabble online a few months after he moved to California. We were pretty eveningly matched for quite a while. We basically took turns winning. And then, about two months ago, I really slaughtered him in one game. I felt very proud of myself. I crowed about that game around my house for days and days.

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID! The Fates do not like when you do stuff like that. Now, I fear that I may never win again. Brian has beaten me more times in a row than I can count now. (Ok, it's been at least five times.) And, the first few times he basically more than doubled my score. The gap the last couple of games has decreased to less than a hundred points. However, the games have not even been close at the end.

Anyone for a rousing game of checkers?

4 comments:

briwei said...

This is where I am supposed to pull a Goldeneye "I am in-ween-sable!" right before a tank of liquid nitrogen ruptures behind me and flash freezes me, yes?

Seeriously, most of my victories have involved getting the right letters to bingo when Robin hasn't been able to.

briwei said...

She ended up winning that last game, by the way. Two late bingos caught her up and my crappy letters ensured she stayed in front.

Jenna said...

My husband usually wins Scrabble with more points than the rest of the players combined. I wasn't aware that there was such a thing as a "Scrabble Dance" until I saw him win a particularly satisfying victory.

Once when we were playing, he took the word "quit" and made "quite." Several turns later, he picked up some tiles and did a happy little bounce in his seat. On his next turn, he expanded "quite" to "unrequited," explained in excruciating detail how he'd been saving certain letters in hopes of getting the other ones he needed for that coup, made approximately 137,000 points on the word, and crowed for the rest of the damn evening.

He *still* talks about that feat occasionally. The man needs a hobby.

Kitten Herder said...

He HAS a hobby. It just may not be one you appreciate ;).

BTW, Brian is killing me, AGAIN!