I had a lovely evening with some friends last night. We shared supper at their home with some other friends, and afterwards we played a game of Scrabble. However, when I play Scrabble, I play because someone needs to finish in last place. Games with numbers, I can do; games with letters – not so much.
Anyway I was happily plodding along with ten to twenty point words – teach, even, timid, day (×3) – and we were getting down to the end of the game. Well – it was my turn and someone had just played ‘bull’ at the lower right. The other players were feeling sorry for me (because I was bringing up the rear), and since they knew that I had a blank, they suggested that I play something off of ‘bull’ in order to take advantage of the triple word score space at the bottom of the board. All of a sudden, I saw my word…
Triple word score.
With a ‘z’ in the word.
And a seven letter bonus.
And then I realized that I could also tack a ‘d’ on the end, so make it an eight letter word:
One hundred twenty-two points.
Of pure, dumb luck.
I don’t think I’ll ever play Scrabble again.