Sometimes you win...
(Like I did tonight)
And then you feel smug and intelligent.
And sometimes you lose...
(Like I did last time we played)
Then you say nasty things and blame it all on your crappy letters because the fact that you were just beaten by an 11-year-old is just too much to bear.
(Even if it is your 11-year-old....which should make you feel warm and fuzzy and proud. Scrabble, however, seems to bring out those baser instincts.)