Clareified

Fisch and I don’t play Scrabble as much as we used to…um play Scrabble. DAMN YOUUU dangling modifier rules, DAAAMMNNN YOOUUU.
We probably play once a week now, and inevitably, after a week’s absence, Fisch completely forgets that I sort of know what I’m doing now.
He’ll watch basketball on TV, talk on the phone, and then waste his Ks and Qs for a ridiculously low 12 or 15 points. Yesterday was no different. In the first game I amassed an insane 150 point lead after three or four turns…and then, inevitably, I figure, wow…I am AMAZING.
Unstoppable even.
And then Fisch will bingo with the word monarches through two letters hitting the triple.
But I will challenge! And I will be right!
And I will laugh and point and get lazy. I’ll score 8 points playing off an o for oi and on on doubles.
“Ok, Dawn…I’m down by a lot…I should probably concede…but…I dunno…let me see if I can get back in this.”
And then he’ll bingo on a double for chasers and suddenly it’s a sixty point game.
And then I’ll make the miraculous find of ‘earthier’ to bingo back and pull ahead again.
Until he plays endless for back to back bingos.
And of course, I’ve drawn a boatload of consonants. And I don’t mean the cuddly consonants like s or t or l or Jesus, even R. No, I mean, V B M C.
I’ll play Bam on the triple and he’ll correctly challenge my hook word.
HE THEN BINGOS AGAIN. (In that particularly annoying Fisch way, where he’ll just form “EDIT” and then go…”hmm…wait…and then add on the IONS for editions and make me cry.
He came back to win that game by 50.
But then.
We played again.
I was off to a slow start, so much so, that Fisch played a fake bingo on me early on: Dungies.
But the s was hanging on the triple line and I knew I could make him suffer, so I didn’t challenge. Instead, I played instates for the first triple triple since Fisch and I started playing. (I played bridgers once for a triple triple, but it wasn’t valid.)
I took the lead in the game.
I held it for a few turns before idiotically hanging an o over a triple line when Fisch had the z to make zone on the triple and go up by 50.
He challenged my “yoe” off the board and bingoed with freaking PIANIST to pull even further ahead, by the time there were three tiles left in the bag he was up by a hundred and in his full-on “Dawn, here’s what you did wrong in this game” mode. (Not challenging mudpit, for one thing). As he was talking, I was still staring at the dreaded q on my rack.
Ugh, he is so going to add “having the q on your rack at the end of the game” to the list.
And then I drew an i and an r on my last turn and took my shot.
I bingoed out playing requirer and PRAYED.
Fisch challenged it.
It was valid.
Now, my beating Fisch is not in and of itself blogworthy these days….it happens a good 40-60% of the time, if my math is correct.

But on this occasion, I won by bingoing out with tiles that formed two words: Requirer, which turned out to be good and Wer, which any third grader can tell ya, is no good.
But he didn’t see it and went for the wrong challenge.
And really the look on his face when I said “I can’t believe you didn’t challenge wer,” well, for everything else there’s Visa.
As he counted the points for ‘wer,’ he said “I feel so dirty.”
And then he told me that instead of losing the 100+ point blowout, I won by 19.
Ah, these have been good times.
Yes, yes they wer.

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