Quackling these games will be instructive.
I don't believe I mentioned it here, but I headed down to Portland this weekend to play in their annual Labor Day tournament for the first time. The long story will come later, but the short story is:
7-13, -554, 22nd/24.
I haven't been this frustrated with this game--or more specifically, my ability to play it--in a long time. (Yes, my ability, not my luck. The luck I can deal with as part of the nature of the game; the mistakes annoy me far, far more.)
Still a fun weekend, meeting several new people (welcome
esdscrabble to the reading list!) and catching up with others I hadn't seen, including roommate
redessence (who may have pulled off something mildly historic: finishing last with a positive spread! Sorry about that, bro.)
Every tournament--nay, every experience in our lives--serves some purpose. The purpose of this one, as it relates to my Scrabble game? A wake-up call.
More to come on this later. (Yes, I realize I still owe you all the rest of the Dayton report. Hang in there.)
Mike
7-13, -554, 22nd/24.
I haven't been this frustrated with this game--or more specifically, my ability to play it--in a long time. (Yes, my ability, not my luck. The luck I can deal with as part of the nature of the game; the mistakes annoy me far, far more.)
Still a fun weekend, meeting several new people (welcome
esdscrabble to the reading list!) and catching up with others I hadn't seen, including roommate
redessence (who may have pulled off something mildly historic: finishing last with a positive spread! Sorry about that, bro.)
Every tournament--nay, every experience in our lives--serves some purpose. The purpose of this one, as it relates to my Scrabble game? A wake-up call.
More to come on this later. (Yes, I realize I still owe you all the rest of the Dayton report. Hang in there.)
Mike