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Winning at Scrabble doesn’t seem to depend on one’s knowledge of exotic words as it does on how you play the tiles dealt you, with the occasional high-scoring tile thrown in. That and fighting the 7-letter itch.

The all-or-nothing desperation that consumes anybody who has ever felt the exhilaration of “hitting the lottery,” often blinds one to less auspicious, but cumulatively fine words. And afterwards, recovery from this ride is difficult for tile layer and observer alike.

Of the three defeats I suffered last night, I minded least the win by Team WordFreak. Placement was skillful and word choice solid. As a result, death by tiles was not crushing, it was done softly. Thank you.

“Utopia” was the word of the evening, thanks to Team J. I would also like to thank NStarDark for the Deluxe Turntable edition of Scrabble which is finally getting used.

And finally, as I announce my intended scrabbatical, I’d like to thank my dear husband who never gets to play with a partner. It seems that we have been fated never to win together. Bitter as the loss often is, your awesomeness calls me back to the board like a strong cup of “special” coffee (for John’s sweetie Jo) the morning after Daylight Savings Time.

To play or not to play – that is my quag.

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