AFTER THE TINY VIC CHAMPS

I was sitting alone minding my own business at the end of the tournament. Uppermost on my mind was a silly woman (GC) I played a couple of hours before then. She always stirred up trouble, when facing me in a game. Her ploy is to put the bag on the table when replenishing her rack, with the opening facing her, and wait for my reaction. I would politely ask her to observe the rule of handling the bag; albeit that the rule was phrased by a linguistic retard.  She would then make some stupid utterance and ignore what I said. One of those days, I might refuse to play her and put the TD on the spot; especially that the Vic committee have been forewarned by an email, to which I had no response. I will discuss this in another post.

I usually help with tidying up the hall at the end of any tournament, even when a guest interstate. But on that day, I did not. So, while peacefully sitting alone away from the crowd, another silly woman (CJ) came rushing at me saying, “Thank you for your help”. She then dashed away without waiting for a response, as if to say that she had overwhelmed me by her over-simplistic remark.

In the final analysis, if I decided to continue to play this silly scrabble, I have to swallow similar stupidity and suffer intellectual indigestion. 

WHERE IS HARRY?

During the relatively small Vic Champs tournament of 2016, a number of players, including a couple of players from NSW, asked me about HM. I was a little bit surprised, since I am not his mother.

So, if you are a friend of Harry, or if you carry the public relations portfolio of a dubious scrabble organisation, Harry is, and will be for about another week, on bed 28, North Ward 2, Maroondah Hospital. If you are keen on paying a visit, make sure he is still there by ringing 1300 342 255. They would tell you, and voluntarily confirm his exact location, without you asking.

IN REPLY

Good heavens! You have done so much for that miserable lot on that committee. I thought that your contribution was confined to carting their equipment to tournaments. The sad aspect is that it would never be fully appreciated by most. The reason for it is quite clear to me, which is the same reason behind my troubled faring as a scrabble player. Before I explain, I have to state and acknowledge that neither you nor me are racist or religious fanatics. On the contrary, we are often at the receiving end and have to deal with such ignorant attitudes.

If you examine the surnames on the national list of about 700 scrabble players, you would notice that about 80% are clearly Jewish names. Australia’s population of about 24 million has less that 0.5% Jews. This means that when you are among scrabble players, you are not in Australia; you would be more like a Palestinian in Israel. How many of those 700 players would have the same non-racist non-fanatic attitudes? It only shows when you have secret ballots about impinging issues. And you don’t have the same pattern in all states. The best attitudes are in SA, the worst are in WA.

Oh, the woman in question is P. Apparently she had something to put on display in her younger days. Now, she is oblivious or in denial of the fact that the goods are becoming so wrinkled and sagging to the extent that they should be covered.

Forgive my rambling, I’ve just woke up and should stop and have my late breakfast, before heading off to the Greensborough Club.