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SCRABBLE - The Last Word Newsletter

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T H E N E R V O U S R A C K<strong>The</strong> Nervous Rack: My Life in <strong>SCRABBLE</strong>®CrazyBy Daiva MarkelisDaiva Markelis is a professor of English at Eastern Illinois University andthe author of White Field, Black Sheep: A Lithuanian-American Life. Sheand her husband, expert Marty Gabriel, both play tournament <strong>SCRABBLE</strong>._________________________________________________________________________(1/23/13) I’ve been thinking of ways to drive my husband crazy. Not the I’ve decided it’s time we hada threesome, so I’m bringing home a cheerleader from school-crazy, but the I need some newcreative ways to bother my husband-crazy.Equilibrium is important in a marriage. If a husband drives a wife more nuts than she does him, orvice-versa, imbalance of the marriage chakras occurs. Imbalance leads to tension, tension toarguments, and before you know it the police are at your door, summoned by angry neighbors.Lately my husband has been a tiny bit annoying. Oh, he was mostly great during my birthday lastweek, lavishing me with a fabulous pair of new boots. I picked out the boots, of course; I don’t trustmen with the really important decisions in my life. When a huge box arrived from Zappos (if youdon’t know about Zappos and their great selection and wonderful return policy, you must go to http://www.zappos.com/ right now), I thanked Marty profusely.“What for?” he asked.“This very thoughtful gift.”“What gift?”“<strong>The</strong>se one hundred and forty-nine dollar boots.”“One hundred and forty-nine dollar boots? That’s outrageous. I’ve never heard of such a thing,” hespewed.“I know. What a great price! <strong>The</strong>y were originally over two hundred bucks.”Marty settled down eventually, and we went out for a nice steak dinner. But during dinner, Martycraftily shifted the conversation to his upcoming birthday at the end of February and how he wasthinking of having a <strong>SCRABBLE</strong>® tournament in his name and maybe sharing the glory with fellowScrabbler Sam Smith, whose birthday falls around the same time.“I could call it the S and M tournament,” he said. “For Sam and Marty.”“That’s real classy. And where would you hold this S and M <strong>SCRABBLE</strong> tournament?”“At our house. I thought maybe you could make some chili and get some cold cuts and stuff. Iwould limit the number of entrants to no more than thirty-six.”He kept talking about the logistics of the tournament—prize money, advertising, etc. when I had abrilliant idea: I would start to pepper my conversation with unacceptable <strong>SCRABBLE</strong> words—words70

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