When relatives Scrabble: One man’s quest to become a Master of the Tiles

scrabble tournamentCompetitive 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.


Dear family (and extended family Amy and Stephen),

A few weeks ago, I heard about an officially-sanctioned Scrabble tournament here in Philadelphia, so I joined the National Scrabble Association (a prerequisite), signed up for the tournament, and went.  It was held in this beautiful building at the University of Pennsylvania, Houston Hall that was built in 1896.  This was my first sanctioned Scrabble tournament.  I did attend a non-sanctioned and very “casual-player-oriented” tournament a month or so ago.  I did OK at that one, going 4-0, so perhaps that’s how I was spurred to give the “real” one a try.

scrabble tilesI do OK against other casual players, but the people in the tournament today were a whole different breed.  Many were retired and spend their time learning lists that make you a better player: all legitimate 2-letter words, the 3-letter words, the 11 “q without u” words, thousands of 7 and 8 letter words, and more.  So, if you want to be competitive, you have to master these lists.  I myself know the 2-letter words and the “q without u” words, but that’s the easy part.

Anyway, the tournament was highly organized: three divisions of competitors, about 15-16 people per division, and my division was the lowest ranked (typically, least experienced in tournament play) group.  We played, within the division, in a round-robin format, whereby you rotated among the different Scrabble sets to play each opponent in turn.  For each game, you use a chess clock, and each person has 25 minutes to make all of his or her moves.  It was plenty of time: for each of my games, we finished with about 6 minutes, at least, to spare.  People were very nice and welcoming, and they helped me out (e.g., about how to use, reset, and stop the time clock; about tile-drawing and word-challenging protocol, etc.)  I didn’t make any major gaffes except for the few times I accidentally ended up with 8 tiles on my rack, which isn’t a big deal as long as you declare it immediately, which I did, and then it is easily rectified.

I’d say that about 2/3 of the people were my age or even older, if possible. We also had a sprinkling of younger people representing the U of PA Scrabble Club.  While I did lose, it was uneven: at worst, I lost by about 120 points, a big whipping, but several games I lost only by nine or ten points.  I was particularly proud to lose to the #1 seed in my division by only nine points, and I had him clearly nervous at one point.  But he made an amazing move:  I had played “niacin” earlier in the game, and then a few moves later ran a bingo (using all my tiles for a 50 point bonus) down to that word, hooking an s onto the end of the word I played (which I don’t remember) and to “niacin” itself.  (Yes, “niacins” is a word.)  My bingo ran down the next-to-“rightmost” column.  And then the guy I was playing did the word “oblasti” next to my bingo, in the right-most column, getting one himself, getting the triple word score, and also making six (!) two-letter words in order to do so.  That last part is really amazingly difficult, at least to me.  Of course, I had to challenge “oblasti” or else I would have had absolutely no chance to win, but, sure enough, it was kosher (if a synonym for “Russian provincial divisions” can be kosher.)  But, even so, I only lost by 9.

rotating scrabble boardOK, I know this all sounds nerdy, and obviously I was in my element (e.g., in terms of nerdiness, not in terms of Scrabble skill level).  But most of the people were surprisingly under the “normal” bell curve: not too many were Asperger’s or OCD, it seems to me, although I’d have to rely on my daughters to give me definitive diagnoses as to who were.  But, to cite one example: the Scrabble boards they use rotate on a turntable, but I generally don’t rotate it when I play: it is just easier for me to read everything upside down.  (Hey, maybe that’s why I lost…)  But, when you do this, it is somewhat easier to put an “I” or “O” or “H” upside down, with the point value toward the top side of the board rather than the bottom.  When I did this with a few players, they gently corrected me, but, with one guy, when it happened, he got a little agitated, and said that according to the rules, if you do it more than twice in a game, you get penalized (time or points, I wasn’t sure.)  So I made a point of being more careful with it: I didn’t want to spur an incident.

Since I generally finished my games fast, I had time to walk around and look at other games in progress, which apparently is OK as long as you try to stay inconspicuous and not on top of the players.  And, trust me, not only were the players I opposed in a different type of league, but the moves and words by the players in the top division were unbelievable: just a whole different type of game. It was really interesting to see it first-hand.

The good news is that I had a fun day.  The bad news is that I went 0-7, and I was the worst one in the room. So I guess a fun day filled with losing is OK, but not quite as fulfilling as a fun day filled with winning.  I’m not sure I’ll do a tournament again, though: I had suspected, and now I know for certain, that there’s no way I could do appreciably better unless I spend very large amounts of time memorizing word lists and studying Scrabble strategy books. (I own two).  And not only is my memory not up to stuffing such things into my brain these days, but it would cut big-time into the time I spent with family, on more general reading, etc.  Not to mention work.  But we’ll see!

Love, Bill

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11 Replies to “When relatives Scrabble: One man’s quest to become a Master of the Tiles”

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  2. Very interesting story. I admire people that have such focus. With my attention span it’s lucky that I can finish this paragraph.

  3. Different group of people there… I think all of us who came up from FOX Sports’ blogs fancy ourselves as wordsmiths but these scrabble professionals (I believe that what they should be called) live in a whole different place… I think it’s a place where there are long winters…

  4. Dwin…

    I was blessed with the ability to spell properly long before there was anything called spell check. My mom, a former journalist and good writer in her own right, would look on in amazement because she couldn’t spell worth a damn. I guess I cut my teeth proofreading her stuff as a kid.

    That being said, I’m pretty sure I’d be toast in one of those tourneys as well. That’s not to say I wouldn’t give one a shot.

  5. Chris

    The only spell I fall is when I choose to read the stories that have some intensity to them while still perusing through the print and online edition of Playboy . Does that that count as spell binding in anyway ?

    How ironic will be it should both the Celtics and Lakers bow out as of tonight ?

    Tophatal ……………

  6. Al…

    Not sure what playoffs you’re watching nor what Playboy magazine you’re reading (my guess is early 80s) but the Lakers bowed out long ago and yes, the Celtics are still very much alive.

  7. What an interesting article, Triple SC, especially for someone like me who tries to get an occasional scrabble game going here in my home only to find I don’t have any takers 🙁 LOL
    I’ve enjoyed several gator baseball and softball games this year with another one scheduled for Mother’s Day- that’s all I wanted to do!
    Have you been to any Rays games this year? I hope to get to see them this year.
    Take care, Dee Dee

  8. I went through a Scrabble kick in the early 2000’s. My moment of glory was finally beating my wife’s mother. I haven’t played a game since…much to her frustration though I do love to watch Jeopardy with her because that same competetive spirit comes out.

    Scrabble’s not a sport…much like poker, bowling, golf and NASCAR, but like those, it’s certainly competition.

  9. Bleed…

    First of all, I won’t tell the Lugnuts where you stand on NASCAR and secondly, I’ve always felt a little Bill Murray Groundhog Day always helps my Jeopardy game.

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