When With-a-Why asked me to play Scrabble the other day after school, I sat down happily. I like Scrabble! I'm good with words! I kept congratulating myself on clever moves, like adding RAM to the word PAGE to make RAMPAGE. We talked lazily between turns, and With-a-Why kept the score on a yellow legal pad somewhere near his feet. We were nearing the end of the game when Shaggy Hair Boy and Boy in Black joined us, both looking carefully at the board. Shaggy Hair Boy picked up the scoresheet and snickered.
Shaggy Hair: Mom, you suck at this game.
Me: (looking up in surprise) What do you mean?
Shaggy Hair: You are losing by over a hundred points.
Me: How is that possible?
With-a-Why: Look at how many times you let me get a triple word score.
Me: But I came up with cool words.
Boy in the Black: See, that's your problem. You play to make words instead of playing to win.
Me: Well, when I was growing up, Scrabble was fun. I can remember playing with my mother, and we'd just concentrate on coming up with clever words. We weren't so damned competitive.
Shaggy Hair: Yeah, that's why I always wreck Grandma at this game.