and the number one reason why I am going to Hell is...
2003-04-15
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Bacon fat notes?� eeeeeewwwwwww.� If it just said "bacon notes", that would be bad.� But a wine that tastes like bacon drippings?� That is just foul. Well, I plaid Scrabble with a 90 year-old shut-in last night.� It pretty much affirmed what I already knew: that deep down inside, I am an awful person (see?� those Catholic self-loathing classes are working). This lady has not been outdoors in three months.� She stayed at home on Christmas.� Her husband has been dead for 23 years.� Her family lives in either Florida or the UP.� She had cancer and has congestive heart failure.� She did not have the strength to open her windows for fresh air.� The only comfort in her life is the nun who comes to give her communion every Wednesday.� She lives for the infrequent opportunity to play Scrabble.� And I tried to beat her. Leo also enjoys playing Scrabble.� It wasn't too long ago when he lit a bunch of candles in the family room, poured some wine, and laid out the old Scrabble board for a "romantic evening" (jealous, ladies?).� Unfortunately for me, he always wins.� Long ago I came to terms with giving up the part of my identity that I labeled "smart".�� In my current group of friends and relations, I consider myself to fulfill the "cheery buffoon" role.� I'm ok with that.� Really.�� But I got a little carried away last night when I saw my opportunity to reclaim the role that I lost long ago. It was clear that this lady was a serious Scrabble player from the start.� Also in the game was my sponsor who hadn't played Scrabble in a really long time.� We had pretty much decided before we went that the only polite thing to do was let her win.� She took the lead from the start.� And then I drew both an X and a Z.� My turn came after my sponsor's; she kept setting up these great moves for me.� The best was when she laid down a word (totaling only 10 points) that gave me the opportunity for both a double letter and a triple word score.� I placed the Z on the double letter and followed it with an I connecting to the existing T.� I then placed a blank on the triple word score and declared it to spell "ZITS".� Offensive perhaps, but it is definitely a word.� 66 points.� Take that, home bound old lady!� In your face!� I doubled my score in one turn.� I followed up on the next turn with "AXE" where the X was on a triple letter square.� WHO IS THE SCRABBLE QUEEN NOW??? It was at this point when I realized that I was winning by about 70 points.� And this lady's only non-communion interaction with humanity for a solid week would be being beaten soundly at her favorite game by a total stranger.� So I started losing.� My lead was so great that I had to seriously pull back.� I earned only 5 points on the next round.� I continued this strategy, trying to earn less than 10 points on each turn.� I drew the Q at that point.� The Q has big points possibilities, of course.� But I decided to sit on it.� That way 10 points would be deducted from my score at the end.� That is how the old lady ended up winning by 4 points. Leo and I have decided that we will go back and play Scrabble with her again.� Luckily, there will be no possibility of me winning next time and Leo will have to deal with the ethical issues of beating a sick old lady at her own game.� Thank Goodness! �
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