Clareified

I would call it “goingtouseallseven.blogspot.com”

I would write about bingoing with the word oogonia to open a game against Fisch, getting him to call a bad challenge, then pluralizing it to bingo again even though the word is not pluralizable.

I would publish the picture of the board.

I would write about deciding that I was good enough to try playing at a local club. I’d describe how I left my office at 6, so that I could walk to the East Side and make it to the club in time for the freestyle games and the tutorial for new players. The walk was longer than I expected and about half-way there I became nervous about playing poorly or committing some faux pas or being less than gracious in victory or defeat. By the time I made it to the block, I was definitely not going in. But then I would have walked thirty minutes and 27 blocks for nothing, and if there’s one thing I hate more than making a fool of myself, it’s exercise for no good reason. So I took a deep breath, walked in the lobby, signed in at the front desk, took the elevator upstairs, found the room and entered. There was an old couple playing with the fancy tiles Fisch only lets me use when I’m playing with him. I saw the organizer, a dude I’d seen on TV…or in a movie and read about in a book.
There was a teenage boy helping to set up. I sat down in a chair and waited. After about…um…one minute or so, I bolted. Took the elevator back down, signed out and ran into the street screaming to the arms of sweet, sweet poker.

If I had a Scrabble blog I’d write about playing six different people at a friend’s beachhouse this weekend and beating them all by 80 points or more. One girl quit after three turns in near tears. Vee was probably the best player I faced, he managed to play a fake bingo on me: desoling and amassed the most points against me. I took it out on Pee though and scored almost 600 points to his 124 — and that’s counting the fake word I let him play on me, so that I could bingo on the triple with Machines. Another girl said that she “never plays with challenges” and then put down the word drei and told me “it’s the German word for three.” I laughed. And then said get that shit off my board.
The last guy I played had been jonesing to get a game with me because one time he got a Scrabble score of 543 and he plays in a league in the Village. “I’m going to so crush you!” He said as he sat down. I bingoed on my first turn and that was that.
By the game’s end, he said that what he meant was “I’m going to hold you to under 400 points.”
Since I only scored 386 to his 102, he succeded. But he still did this at the end:

If I had a Scrabble blog, I would write about how when I came home I was gushing with news of my Scrabble dominance to my one-time Scrabble tutor. Instead of my well-deserved praise and
congratulations, I was met with “you’re used to winning are you? I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” And then he promised to crush me. Instead, I lost the first match in a 7 point squeaker and then brutalized him in the second game to the point where he threw in his tiles, shook his head and said “I cannot win.” I might also mention that I found the word snorkel, played it using all my tiles AND Fisch challenged it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I think I messed up his head with that oogonias stuff…I’m going to have to play open racks with him to rebuild his confidence.

If I had a Scrabble blog, I’d point out that I watched Akeelah and the Bee for the third tonight and I could totally take that Dylan kid.

Alas, I don’t. So, all these things will go unrecorded in the annals of Dawn Summers history.

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