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AT BELLE ISLAND (Detroit, MI)
Robert and Dan sit at a picnic table eating pizza. As Robert talks, Dan just continues to eat and eat...
RC:
We’re here at Belle Island and this is our first game back from the All-star break. Dad came in second in the derby to Miguel Tejada. I’m proud of you, Dad.
DC:
Which derby?
RC:
Exactly. So we’re going to see the Tigers this afternoon and we had a little something set up with the local Parkinson’s group, but...we’re rather alone. And it’s a bummer. The thing I’ve been hearing constantly, which I’ve got to say, frankly, I’m just tired of hearing, is “Oh, God, if we’d only known about it ahead of time.” And I’m not blaming the people that are saying that. It’s just, I’m tired of hearing it because people are saying what a wonderful thing they could do (to support us) IF...it’s almost worse than no response at all because now it’s like...we’re out the money, we’re out the community experience, we’re out the film experience. And it’s a bummer because we’re providing this great thing, you know? And somewhere on the communication lines on what people are supposed to be doing and what they are actually doing, things are breaking down.
There is a long pause as Robert takes a breath. He looks to his dad for follow up.
DC:
The pizza’s good.
RC:
But the pizza’s good. We do have tickets to a game tonight -- it is sold out. We should have a pretty good chance of ditching the extra tickets that we bought for a group that apparently isn’t here.
Robert sinks his head into his hands and moans in disgust. After a moment he looks up to his dad.
RC:
How’s that pizza?
DC:
It’s good and there’s plenty of it, so come on over. We’d love to share it with you.
Unfortunately for Robert and Dan, this was not a live feed. The first anyone is hearing of this invitation may well be you, the reader right now. The pizza, once quite hot and tasty (thank you Domino’s), is now food for worms.
RC:
Thanks, Domino’s.
DC:
Thanks very much, Domino’s.
AT BELLE ISLAND (Detroit, MI)
Robert and Dan sit at a picnic table eating pizza. As Robert talks, Dan just continues to eat and eat...
RC:
We’re here at Belle Island and this is our first game back from the All-star break. Dad came in second in the derby to Miguel Tejada. I’m proud of you, Dad.
DC:
Which derby?
RC:
Exactly. So we’re going to see the Tigers this afternoon and we had a little something set up with the local Parkinson’s group, but...we’re rather alone. And it’s a bummer. The thing I’ve been hearing constantly, which I’ve got to say, frankly, I’m just tired of hearing, is “Oh, God, if we’d only known about it ahead of time.” And I’m not blaming the people that are saying that. It’s just, I’m tired of hearing it because people are saying what a wonderful thing they could do (to support us) IF...it’s almost worse than no response at all because now it’s like...we’re out the money, we’re out the community experience, we’re out the film experience. And it’s a bummer because we’re providing this great thing, you know? And somewhere on the communication lines on what people are supposed to be doing and what they are actually doing, things are breaking down.
There is a long pause as Robert takes a breath. He looks to his dad for follow up.
DC:
The pizza’s good.
RC:
But the pizza’s good. We do have tickets to a game tonight -- it is sold out. We should have a pretty good chance of ditching the extra tickets that we bought for a group that apparently isn’t here.
Robert sinks his head into his hands and moans in disgust. After a moment he looks up to his dad.
RC:
How’s that pizza?
DC:
It’s good and there’s plenty of it, so come on over. We’d love to share it with you.
Unfortunately for Robert and Dan, this was not a live feed. The first anyone is hearing of this invitation may well be you, the reader right now. The pizza, once quite hot and tasty (thank you Domino’s), is now food for worms.
RC:
Thanks, Domino’s.
DC:
Thanks very much, Domino’s.
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