SCRABBLE or SCRAPPLE
Once upon a midnight query, EC and I would play trivia all night long out in his camper. I am the vat of useless knowledge I am today because of some of the fun lame brain games we used to play. Scrabble, was always a test of wits. We would somehow memorize entries in the 'scrabble dictionary' early that morning to try and impress the other later on in the game. But, by pure serendipity, stressing the word 'dip', EC invented a new game.
If memory serves, he was down to his final 2 tiles and submitted the word IG. I think he was going for ID, but he laid out IG. I thought I was going to fall out of my seat and roll out of the camper, I was laughing so hard. You see, at this point, the game had gotten all the way down to the nitty gritty and we were desperately tyring to come up with little words that fit. One of EC's nicknames, to this day, is still IG.
He was so sure IG was a word, he said nonchalantly, "look it up, if ya don't believe me". I pulled over the dictionary, kinda worried but still laughing. When my finger scrolled down to find abolutely nothing, EC said, "Go ahead, read it, what does it say?". I cleared my throat and said, "oh, here it is, IG. See also IG-HEAD." He grabbed the book from my clutches and we both laughed hysterically, as we created SCRAPPLE. That's our version of 'make up anyword you want, but it better be a funny definition' scrabble. He was a genius.
I later tried invented ELBBARCS, which was dyslexic scrabble, but that was too darn DRAH (hard). And, there weren't enought letters for Pig Latin Scrabble. I offered a game I recalled from college called 'drink Uno', but EC must've stacked the cards because almost everytime I drew it was Draw 2 or Draw 4 ( which substitutes as Drink 2 and Drink 4 ) and I was in bed by 7.
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Nothing to argue with this story. If memory serves me correctly, the board was completely filled with letters and I was so sure IG was a word. Everyone once in awhile I still hear "IG" shouted. Good times. Most kids our age cruised the mall, hung out in the mall, and got kicked out of the mall. We would sit in my parents camper eating Little Ceaser's Pizza and playing Scrabble. Good times.
Clay hardens by immobility – men's minds by standing pat. Both lose the power to take new impressions. (Pinchot 1910: 138)