T here’s nothing like a game of Scrabble to start me thinking magically. It’s always been like this—as long as I’ve been paying attention, at least. I grab my seven tiles out of the velvet bag, line them up in front of me and look at all of the almost-words. Words that would win the game for me if only I had a ‘U’ or a ‘B’ or a ‘Q,’ but I don’t have any one of them. I assumed at some point that because I like to read, because I know some words, I would be great at Scrabble. It would be my game. It is not my game, however. To win at Scrabble, you have to be realist. Players who win at…