830! How an article made my week

I saw this article on Slate yesterday: 830! How a carpenter got the highest Scrabble score ever. It truly makes my week, even my month. It would've been enough if it were an ironic look at the world of competitive Scrabble; however, as far as I can tell, the author is truly emotional about this record: "In the community of competitive Scrabble, of which I am a tile-carrying member, the [record-breaking] game has been heralded as the anagrammatic equivalent of Wilt Chamberlain's 100-point game in 1962 or Don Larsen's perfect game in the 1956 World Series." The best part? The record is diminished because the players involved weren't "true" Scrabble players; the scores were a fluke: "If 830—or any record—happens as a result of boneheaded play, tactical ignorance, or the pursuit of a good time, should it count? Or should records be reserved for those who have earned the right to set them, and who set them in expert fashion?" Oh, it is a great article. Bonnie thinks Slate is off its rocker, but I think its at the top of its game. In a world where we're one step away from nuclear war, Scrabble is still the most exciting thing to talk about. I love it!