Hypothetical situation–not really, but we always start that way, don’t we?
Let’s say you’ve got this friend. He’s really depressed. I’m not talking just a mild case of the the blues that you me and you are subject to now and then, but we can make into a song and sing 'em out again…sing 'em out again…Ta Ta Dum, Ta Ta Ta Ta Dum Dum
:smack: Sorry, I broke into a song thread there…phew… All better now. Thanks
Anyways, this is a real case of the Blue Meanies , like so bad he’s been in the hospital. After some heavy medication and finally ECT (yeah, they do do it, and guess what, apparently IT WORKS-- Zap over and check it out), this guy is finally starting to come around.
So, you go to the hospital for a visit. Now this guy is your friend, but not a really close friend. He’s more like a neighbor you say hello to and occasionally invite over to watch TV, play a game of cards, ect… (I mean E-T-C) . He’s always been a bit, shall we say off. Harmless, however.
At the hospital, there’s not a lot to do, but one thing they have is SCRABBLE. So you play. Game starts OK. But this guy’s moving a little slowly, you know, the synapses aren’t packing their usual punch, so he’s falling behind a bit. You don’t want to take advantage of him, or set him back while he’s on the mend, so, of course, you overlook some triple letter score chances and double word scores and so on, just to keep it close.
But then it lands on you.:eek: Your letters line up on your little tray and make, yes, seven letters of an 8-letter word. I swear, I didn’t even rearrange the tiles. They just fell like that when I put them on the tray. It was the first 7 letters of INTREPID.
Now, I’ve been playing this damn game for nigh on many a year, and NEVER, I repeat NEVER have I managed to lay down all 7 tiles in one pop. I came close once, with AQUAVELD, but the damn ~dictionary~ didn’t have it in it. (Webster, pfffft, what does HE know??)
But there, in the visitors lounge of the psychiatric ward, I had reached the unreachable, caught the snipe, found SCRABBLE Shangri la.
A quick scan of the board, and YES! I had my D. It was perfect. The gods were smiling.
But were they smiling with me, or at me?
My morbidly depressed opponent and neighbor was already 20 or so points behind. If I play INTREPID he will be slaughtered. There’s little hope of climbing out of that hole, even if you’ve got all your screws cinched down with a teeth grinding. His rattle every time he turns head.
So, what would you have done:
Go for the glory and grab this once in a lifetime opportunity for a SCRABBLE play par excellence, about which you could brag for the rest of your life;
or let it pass, and, in anonymity, know in your heart of hearts you did your small part by doing no harm to this poor, vulnerable, fragile person who desperately needs something–anything–positive to come his way?
(Reading over this again, I see that QUANDARY would be another kick ass SCRABBLE word)