When I moved to Philly, I had no life, no money, and one friend. Fortunately, that one friend and I had something in common besides being broke: we both loved Scrabble. We played every night after work, memorized all the two letter words, and kept detailed records of every word played and what the weather was like when the game started. However, neither of us ever came anywhere near 890 points. In fact, I’m quite sure that if I played by myself, I couldn’t score 890 points. In fact, the guy that won scored 365 points on a single word (Quixotry). That is completely ridiculous.