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The Moon Howling Scrabble of Life
When you have absolutely nowhere to put your 7-letter word
OK. I admit it. I’m a Scrabble addict — an online Scrabble addict, to be more precise. There, I said it. If there was a Scrabble Anonymous, I’d be in it, confessing to my word-conjuring comrades the rush I feel every time I lay down the perfect 32-point word. Ten games. That’s how many I have going on at any given moment, some with people as far away as South Africa. I’ve played more than 5,000 games in the past five years and have won 55% of them.
Methinks I’ve learned more about life from Scrabble than I did from four years of college. Canterbury Tales? The sonnets of William Shakespeare? How to drink oddball vodka concoctions until I fell down? Interesting pastimes, for sure, but nowhere near the insights I’ve gleaned from the game invented, 91 years ago, by the little known demi-God, Alfred Mosher Butts.
By my own calculations, I’ve discovered 114 algorithmic variables to the game, subtle principles of play, point and counterpoint that need to be considered before making a move. And while chess is considered by many to be the more sophisticated game, there are strategically synaptic moments in Scrabble that reveal chess to be little more than Pin the Tail on the Donkey at a fourth grade birthday party.
