Scrabble is not Words with Friends
Scrabble is the feel of the smooth wooden tiles, uniformly shaded and shaved.
Scrabble is the clicking of tiles on the rack as you replace the winning ones, wishing silently for the exotic ones and the common.
Scrabble is the glares at your fellow word addict as he wastes that coveted triple word score with a three-letter excuse.
Scrabble is drumming fingers as you wait for the contemplative competitor reaching for that one letter combination just beyond reach.
Words with Friends is flashy and universal, immediate and delayed, impersonal and isolated, unheard goading and groaning.