I feel like a medic when I transport my Scrabble board to someone’s home. My board folds into its own carrying case and features angled built-in casters that allow it to rotate as if on a pivot. It has a non-slip grid, which is essential for those who tend to bump into tables. The only thing it’s missing is a purple Crown Royal bag.
But I’m no medic: I want to hurt my opponents. In the calmest way possible.
Here’s where all 100 tiles ended up on Thursday night:
That’s right:
Wait…
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