Discussion Thread: The Game You Won't Play

I’m patient when it comes to board games. I’ll stick it out for a seven-hour session if I’m having fun. Or if I’m having a tolerable time. Or if I’m bored and have nothing better to do. There are a special few games, however, that I would rather stare at a wall than play. One of those is Scrabble. On my mom’s side of the family, that game was basically a blood sport. My grandparents, my mom, and her siblings all played whenever they got together. They kept a high score list in the back of the official scrabble dictionary. When my grandma passed away, one of my aunts made a copy of it so their hall of fame would live on.

I failed my own heritage and let down everyone in my family by doing the unthinkable: I hate Scrabble. The problem is me, not the board or the tiles. I can’t spell. If I didn’t have spell check on my computer, I would have had to give up writing long ago. I’m never confident enough on how to spell anything to play words of more than a few letters. I either look dumb for…