Since I was 13-years-old, I have been playing my Dad at Scrabble. We could have been playing way before then, but I sort of doubt it since my schedule was jam-packed with playing school, Cabbage Patch Dolls, store and Barbies. While I was young, he never let me win. I mean, I won sometimes, but he never let me win. Now, of course, he has no choice, because...
All I do is win, win, win no matter what I do
Got a Triple Word Score on my mind, can't ever get enough
And every time I step in the building
Everybody's hands go UP!!! ...and they stay there, and they say "yeah" and they stay there!
|I wonder if DJ Khaled plays Scrabble... |
No DJ Khaled and Ludacris fans in the house, I see.
(That was embarrassing.)
Actually, I don't win, win, win all the time, obviously. We are probably even on the total of number of games won and lost between the two of us. The deal with my Dad and I, though, is that we like to talk trash while we play Scrabble. Along with trash talking, we pretty much say the same things every game. Mostly, it's him that says the same things over and over. It's like there is a script he reads. When I was over at my parents' house this week, I jotted that script down.
|My Dad wondering how to spell "it". |
(Just a little good-natured trash talking here, folks.)
It goes a little something like this:
- AT THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME:
- "You're in deep trouble."
- "How many points do you want me to spot you?" (My Dad indicating that I'll need to start with extra points to have a chance to win the game at all.)
- "Hey, I'll tell you what: I'll play you right-handed." (He's left-handed. You gathered this.)
While waiting for my dad to play, I have the attention span of a gnat embryo. This will lead me to make really horrible faces to my Dad followed my questions like, "Would you love me if I looked like this?" followed by "No, Dad, this one is more awful. Would you if I did this with my lips and then this with my eyes? How about then?" or "Would Chris have stuck around if I did these two things to my face and then used this voice?" He always answers "no" to all of my questions.
- DURING THE GAME:
- "It's about even." (He will say this right after I've played a really high-scoring word and he's far behind. He will say it with a really serious face.)
- "We've never played this word before!"
- "That's why I love this game. It's never the same."
- "Do you need me to help you?" (We'll both say this one. We use it when the other person is taking too long to play. We don't use the little hour glass thing, because we live a thug life.)
- "Never look back." (He will say this if he's winning...even if it's only by a point.)
- "Another vowel! Another vowel!" (This is always said in digust.)
- "Another 'i'! Unbelievable!" (We hate the letter 'i'.)
- "The 'i's have it." (My dad will just say this out of the blue while I either give a half-hearted smirk or stare straight at my Scrabble tiles.)
My attention span is really taking a hit about this point. So many of the letters have been played that all is left is a 3x3 space to play these letters: F W U A I I I . Instead of making a decision, I will take this opportunity to modify any song to feature Scrabble issues. This past week it was Rod Stewart's song that got the hatchet. "Some guys have all the vowels. Some guys have all the As. Some guys get all the breaks. Some guys do nothing but complain!" to which my Dad will eventually reply, "Alright, already", especially when I really, really get into the "ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooo" part after that verse up there.
|I also get distracted by creating fake words out of my tiles. This one isn't a fake word, |
of course. It's a Russian dinosaurjustkidding.
- AT END OF THE GAME:
- "Turn out the liiiiiiights, the party's over..." (My Dad will sing this every time he's about to extinguish my Scrabble life.)
- "Do you have time for one more game?"
- "Loser picks up." (If I won the game, he'll say, "Winner picks up.")
I'm sure my script has some holes in it, but I think you get the gist of our little Scrabble movie.
Seriously, though, I cherish this time playing Scrabble with my Dad. I know life is precious and that many of my friends don't have their dads with them anymore. That hurts my heart. So, when he asks if I will still play him even when he's gumming down the Malt-O-Meal at the nursing home and can't remember how to spell, I say I will.
Of course, I will.
I love my Dad.
(And I'll probably have a really good chance of winning then.)
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