I forgot to note the page where I found this link, so I apologize to whomever for that, but this was too good to pass up. Craziest. Recently my family were watching home videos of the construction of my parent’s house. My dad and others built it from a giant Lincoln Logs kit and nobody was crushed or permanently maimed, though my dad has a big chainsaw scar on his bicep from cutting a window. Anyway, one of their old friends, a T. Dawson (I think), shows up to help build the porch. The first thing my mother says is “He never scored lower than a three hundred in Scrabble.” Well, the Triple Triple gets you to that esteemed height in one play.