Scrabble: And Chicken Little
If you are a frequent reader of my blogs you know that I play scrabble nearly 24/7. There have been many days during the last week when you may have heard me moaning, as if the sky was falling. I try so hard not to be a complainer when the tile gods seem to be so mean to me (no vowels or all vowels). I do owe some of my opponents an apology for my incessant whining over the last few days, or not.
But there I was last Thursday, having one of those awful scrabble days. I’m certain that I complained that ‘the sky was falling’. The first person with whom I shared my tale of woe was Gretchy Wetchy. I explained that the sky was falling and I was going to tell the tile gods. I invited her to come along and she agreed. She had some of her own misfortune when opponents bingoed out on her in several consecutive games. Along the way we encountered Lynsy Pinsy. We told her, “The sky is falling and we’re going to take our concern to the tile gods.” Lynsy shared that her Franklin keeps losing the OWL2 code and she always seems to be missing a tile from her bag. She asked to join us; and so she did. Next we saw Paulsy Wallsy sitting all alone sobbing. “What’s the matter Paulsy,” we asked? Rita the Cheata has been playing phonies against me and I’m becoming all confused. “Come with us,” we suggested, “we’re going to complain to the tile gods.” And he did. Along our way we each took turns telling our tales of woe. We worked ourselves up to the point of mass hysteria. We weren’t paying any attention to where we were walking and walked straight into a mire of quicksand. The more agitated we were the deeper we sunk in the quicksand. I organized the four of us to give a shrill cry in unison, every 99 seconds (99 was my boyhood friend Arnold Panitch’s lucky number).
After our 9th cry for help, my scrabble daddy Tommy came to our rescue. He asked how we came to be in this predicament and we told him. He only smiled and laughed. Tommy told us that there were no scrabble gods and our disappointments were all part of the natural order of probability and sequence. He assured us that time and frequency will turn our misfortune to good fortune and back again. He pulled us out of the quicksand, and left us with a bit of wisdom:
This Too Shall Pass
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