This post is dedicated to Mike S., a guy who – for years – has surpassed me with his knowledge of music and art. And now, in this age of Facebook, he surpasses me with his knowledge of words and his skill in the game “Words with Friends”.*
I have always had a thing for word games. When I was little, I would watch my Mom play Jumble, which was printed in the comics section of the newspaper. Eventually, I started to ‘jumble’ with my Mom often asking the question, “Is this a word I know?”
During the car ride to Amherst Shore (a 3-day journey), my Mom and I would play Jumble in our head, by calling out letters the other person was to jumble properly into the correct word. Well, my Mom would play it in her head. I had to put pen to paper to turn the letters she gave me into words.
Perhaps it comes as no surprise that the game of Scrabble is a favorite of mine. When I purchased my Nook, I was thrilled – in part – because I could play Scrabble by myself whenever the mood hit. To date, the mood has hit every day since the purchase of the Nook. Is that a problem?
When Words with Friends appeared on Facebook, I paid little to no attention to it. I thought it might be fun, but I knew my time on Facebook was minimal. I did not realize the game could be played over a period of several days (or weeks).
I forget if I first started the game with someone, or if I accepted a request from someone. Regardless of how it started, I was hooked. I am hooked.
I look forward to every notification indicating it is my turn to create and place a word on the game board. And, for the most part, I enjoy myself and the friendly competition with my friends. I say for the most part because I am in the midst of a losing streak, a serious losing streak. And the losing streak is with the same person.
My nemesis in the game of life Words with Friends is Mike S. He is quick, he is sharp, and he will not waver with his word choice. It matters not if Mike is 10 behind or 200 ahead, he plays hard, wanting no names and taking no prisoners.
During one game, I pleaded for Mike’s mercy. “All I have is vowels.” I said to the man beating me by 200 points.
“Sounds like it is time to exchange your tiles,” he replies.
My chest felt the pain of his knife.
He continued, “I’m certainly not going to throw the game for you.”
I winced in pain, as he drove the knife further into my chest.
In an amazing twist of fate, I actually came from behind and won that particular game. No, you’re right. I’m lying. I didn’t come from behind, nor did I win the game. But in my dream I won the game. Thank goodness for my dreams.
“Who’s winning?” My 7yr old asks.
“Mike is winning.” I say.
“He’s always winning, Mommy.”
*sigh* Et tu, Brute? Et tu?
Happily, because Joe and Charlie enjoy watching me play Words with Friends, the three of us are now enjoying the game of Scrabble on my Nook.
The love of word games has come full circle. I love playing word games with my boys, as much as I loved playing word games with my Mom. The fact that I remain the undefeated champion with my kids has everything nothing to do with it.
*For the record, Mike rarely has to use the word qi or xi to pull a win. Generally speaking, I am the one using those words in a feeble attempt to close the ever increasing gap between our scores.