So I thought I was going to give Dean something to feed his fury which would feed his speed at Worlds by beating him soundly and effortlessly in Words with Friends. Now I can only hope I have fed his taste for winning by losing on the last play of the game.
Damn kids.
Playing a game of Inter-Continental Scrabble has made me feel horse-and-buggy old, as I remember sending Drew air mail letters from Germany in 1982 because a phone call was prohibitively expensive and difficult to schedule.
Next step: Intergalactic Scrabble!
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