"The zobo and the ogive could not quite triumph over the qanat and the
euripi on Sunday, and thus the contender was birsled."
At the World Scrabble Tournament:
Adam Logan, a 30-year-old mathematician from Canada, scored 465
points to beat Pakorn Nemitrmansuk, a 30-year-old architect from
Thailand, with 426 points in the final game of a playoff.
Inevitable topic in any article about Scrabble champions: the way they
don't care what the words mean. Why do we want them to? Why do we feel
that it's wrong -- almost like cheating -- not to love the words the
way literary word-lovers do? Is it something about the passion -- like
sex without love?
During the contest, Mr. Logan said, when he was going for one
particularly high-voltage triple-letter-score, triple-word-score
word, he was so tense that "my hands were shaking and it was
difficult to get the letters on the board" - passions perhaps not
familiar to the average parlor player.
I've seen "parlor" players get like that, though. Haven't you?
What's the board game people get most emotional about? In my
experience, it's Risk.
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