Oh, s**t. What does he mean, "enjoyable?" I can't do enjoyable with Dirk Adams. It would probably kill me. Although, I would die smiling, right?
I turn around, slowly. "Enjoyable?" I ask.
"I think so. Don't make fun of me. I'm kind of a dork." He holds up a Scrabble box.
"Are you kidding? Is that what you mean by enjoyable?"
"I know, but I'm an addict." His face drops, and he lowers the box. Embarrassed.
"No," I say, touching his arm. "I'm the western Sierra Nevada champion. I can triple score your ass into next week."
"You're on."
*
"Autochthonous is too a word," I insist. We've been playing for two hours. Dirk is a fearsome competitor. I thought he had me with a triple word score, but I've got him, now. I lean back against the couch and stretch.
"Prove it."
"It was the 2004 win
