Competitive Scrabbling is serious business. If you don’t believe me, I suggest you check out one of their traveling tournaments.
We can argue until we’re blue in the face, and we have, about whether poker, chess and spelling bees are “sports.” They’re not… I don’t think. But they’re still competition at the highest level with fame, and quite often fortune, on the line. Scrabble tournaments are no different.
Sure, the conference halls that host these events are filled with spectacle-wearing savants who likely haven’t had a date in well, ever. After all, when’s the last time you saw a Scrabble champion with a supermodel for a wife? (I smell a Ben Stiller movie coming on.) That doesn’t change the fact, however, that these events are fiercely competitive.
Brother Bill (technically, he’s my step-uncle) recently tried his hand at one of these tourneys in his home town of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was kind enough to share his story. So please, people, try not to make too much fun of him. Despite being only slightly, socially unacceptable and a frighteningly, bad karaoke singer, he’d likely destroy any of us on the Scrabble board.