My wife is pretty ill now. Some of you knew her. I'll let you know, she's chronically ill. lung stuff.
That said, one of her pleasures is to play scrabble on the iPhone, whether with me, or random victims online, or whatever.
We both run into people who can't believe that you can play 2 or 3 tiles, get 15 points, and set yourself up for a 50-point-plus 7-letter score... or that you can use that letter in the middle of the triple word to triple word strip to end up with 9x word scores. Or know "scrabble words" like "li" and "Xu." You know, slick stuff.
The little woman got cussed out for about a paragraph worth of "chat" playing some woman the other day, who began her screed with "another cheater!" But she didn't accuse my wife of using some third party program to suggest words (those exist, but why do it), and she didn't accuse her of exploiting some program glitch.
No, the wife's sin was "forcing her" to open the board up by patiently playing too many small words that did not allow her opponent a fair shot at winning. The woman was forced to set my wife up for a 7-letter kill shot, occasioning the crymail.
And that woman's name was Eric ****erson. Now you know.
The rest.
of the story. Paul Harvey,
Goodday