Talk about kicking a$$

Me and my honey were playing Literati today. We had so much fun and shared a great bonding and all. The game started off pretty well, with each of us making decent words and scoring pretty good points. He was very good for a first-timer, taking time to strategise and constructing practical words for the board. Gotta say, I was impressed.
So each of us had crossed 50 and were looking to beat (or impress???) the other. I was thinking hard and long as to how to form long words using all my 7 tiles, as that would have fetched me more points. I could have consulted a dictionary, but my conscience wouldn't allow it. I tried to make words within 2 to 2.5 minutes and each time I succeeded in doing that, it was a moral victory for me, too. I was doing pretty well when mid-way through the game, he took over and was many points ahead of me. I felt ashamed, but strangely proud too.
I actually was a spoil sport then and thought of quitting the game, because I can't accept defeat.
Half-heartedly, I looked at the word he made and looked at my tiles. It was hopeless. There was no word I could make. I was losing. He was ahead of me and I couldn't possibly catch up. I was looking at his points and mine and I was literally feeling so bad and at the same time, very happy that he was ahead of me.
All of a sudden, like some sort of push from God, a word, a beautiful word, a word that could fetch me many many points came to my mind and I knew it was feasible to play it. I was drowned in bliss. I knew I would get ahead of him IF I made this move. And so, I did. I got ahead.
Who would win? Him or me? He had a fat chance of winning, but then, so did I.

Only 9 tiles remaining. His move.

7 tiles remaining. My move. I had to pass. There was no damn space to make my word. There were no letters to fit into that space. Damn! Pass!
His score: 162. Mine: 191.

His move: a 21 point word. His score: 183.
My move: a 2 point word. My score: 193

And then he got ahead of me by 1 point. Too late! 0 tiles remaining (BTW, if you hadn't noticed, I WAS taking this game verrrry seriously).

His score: 198. Mine: 203 (I somehow gathered some brains somewhere to make that second last word )

His move. His score: 202. Mine: 203. My turn.

I made one last move and got 210. Game over!!! I had won. But I think, the moral victory was definitely his. He played a challenging game. My worthiest and most interesting opponent, till date. So proud of him.

PS: However, I did kick some butt.