I’m choosing a questionable topic today, and I’m sorry for those of you who I’m about to lose. Still, from looking over shoulders in public places over the last year or so, I know that deciding to vent my Words with Friends woes here is surely not going to alienate so very many of you. Or, maybe it’ll be inane drivel to all but one of you, who will totally relate and pass it on, and that person will pass it on, and on and on, until finally it gets to Alec Baldwin, most famous of all Words with Friends players, and then I can have a game with him. Which I know I would win.
The thing is, I’ve been playing this one game against my brother for weeks and weeks now. It’s been neck and neck the whole time. Although, just to say, I have pretty consistently been the one with five or ten more points. Anyway, now we’re at the end. I have three letters left and I’m eight points ahead. This could be the setting for the best kind of victory, the close one. I should be able to find minute gems of words to maintain my skanty little lead, but I can’t do it. I always say that it’s a sign of a weak player to blame your performance on the letters you draw, but, listen, my last three letters in this epic finale are i, i, and u. It’s a catastrophe! Should I have planned better? I suppose. But the points were too close to do anything but go for maximum on every turn. But is that wrong thinking and the reason that my brother is the superior player? Ugh! My brother cannot be the superior player. I’m paralyzed. I’m spending way too much time staring hopelessly at that little screen. Now I’m even writing about it here. I can’t figure out how to win, but I’m unwilling to lose. I hate this!
Thank you for indulging that tantrum. Best of luck in your own games.