Since I knew what to expect, I was much less nervous for SC247 this week. I had been working on my 2-letter words and I figured that, if nothing else, nobody was going to challenge me on "xa" again and make me look like a fool. I psyched myself up for my second Scrabble Club experience by listening to angry country music on the drive over. I can tell you right now that nobody else was blasting Alcohol and Ass when they pulled into the church parking lot. That’s how I roll, Gloria. What now?!?!
My mental calisthenics paid off, my dear friends. I won 2 of my 4 games! It was glorious! Ok, “glorious” is a bit of an overstatement … but I was excited to an embarrassing degree. I won my first game 352 to 350. My opponent was a young man who is also new to the club; he was not happy that I beat him. Out of respect for his feelings I only did a small victory dance; more of a victory wiggle than anything else.
My other win was significant for several reasons. Scrabble-wise I got a high score of 407 and laid “ganglia,” a bingo that earned me kudos from the expert players. I also overcame some personal hang-ups when I challenged the word “flaten.” The elderly woman I was playing seemed flustered as she took her tiles off the board; no doubt Gloria had told her I was an easy mark.
I lost my other games in spectacular fashion, but I was satisfied with how the evening went. I’m thinking about memorizing random, obscure bingos just to confuse people. I won’t have a handle on the 3-letter words, but I’ll start dropping words like “quixotry” and “obiisms” and I’ll blow their minds.