I'm no hack when it comes to Scrabble. Growing up, Scrabble was our family's post-dinner occupation. Home from college, I spent a lot of time with people who would whip off a game or two before we'd head out to drink beer and climb water towers. You know, the fun before the fun. (Yeah, and I'm the one who reads the dictionary over breakfast. As I say, the fun before the fun.)
My job is words. I live with a low-grade dyslexic who juggles phonemes as a way of communicating (Matt would make an excellent Cockney; we'll be in trouble when the kids start taking the rhyming slang to school). I read, I write, I edit. Words.
Having said all, that I have to admit it's intimidating to play Scrabble with Matt's grandma's set. Now there was a player. It's hard to come up with something out of JXYUUUI when you look over and see the scraps of paper she'd keep score on and the average game looks like this:
My games are good. But they don't look like that.