So, when I arrived in Providence, Rhode Island Thursday night, T Dubs had already dipped HEAVILY into the spirits. In my attempt to play catch-up, I returned to LJ's place (if you don't know LJ, he is righteous) to watch sports with the guys and drink a couple bourbons. The conversation that occurred next is nearly verbatim, leaving Luc and me in near disbelief at the level of insanity that Uncle Remus had reached. This is a biographical work.
Uncle Remus into the Cough Syrup: A One-Act Play
Setting: LJ, T-dubs, and myself watching baseball highlights on ESPN while the bottom line is in full effect
Tommy: Dude, that pitcher for the Dodgers must be pretty good.
Jed: Which one?
Tommy: That guy named Lead.
Jed: You mean Wade. There's a middle reliever they have named Cory Wade.
Tommy: No, "Lead." I just saw him on the bottom line. Apparently, he's 2-0 for the series.
(Awkward pause. Luc and I look at one another, bewildered, once we realize Tommy isn't joking.)
LJ: That means the Dodgers lead the series 2 games to none. Seriously?
Tommy: Oh, OK, I got it now!
(Tommy proceeds to pass out and dump his beer on his lap and the couch and floor.)
Curtain
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4 comments:
I really liked it all until the whole passing out, beer in the lap thing. Can we get a re-write there?
tdubs
More importantly, "Luc" spells his name like a Frenchie!
Or an African, in the case of Luc Richard Mbah a Moute.
Yeah, don't tell Luc that...he's a little sensitive.
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