Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #902 Jenga Time by Janet S. Tiger (c) Aug. 2, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #902 Jenga Time  by Janet S. Tiger (c) Aug. 2,  2016

Jenga is a game played with wooden blocks.  players take turns removing one block at a time from a tower constructed of 54 blocks. Each block removed is then balanced on top of the tower, creating a progressively taller but less stable structure.The name jenga is derived from a Swahili word meaning "build".  For more info click here

                                                    Jenga Time
                                                 by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2016 all rights reserved

               (Young man-early 20s - in good shape, but with one arm in a sling - comes onstage, looking around -up and down - as if he sees something that no one else can see.  He reaches out, and 'pull's at something about hip level, now holds a 'block')

That was easy......the big question is......where do I put it now......

              (He 'balances' the object and places it at shoulder level.)

Your turn, world......I mean, I've been playing this jenga game since they started me this season.....

             (He takes a 'block' and 'holds' it)

First, they call me up from the minors......the first block is always the easiest....

            (He puts the 'block' onto the pile)

And I started winning games....not easy for a team in last place......

           (Takes another block)

The press loved it!  And maybe......so did I....nah.....no maybe!  I loved it!  I loved my picture in the paper and on the Internet.....and when they covered the game, there I was!  The savior of the team! Except I couldn't pitch every game, so they still were in last place!

And so what do they do?

          (He puts the block higher)

They make me pitch every possible game I can......the max......and I still kept winning.....

           (He takes another block, almost drops it)

Until......(sighs) .....until I get on base one game, and the lead-off batter hits to short.....and I'm running to second.....and the ball.....

          (He turns, protecting his arm, too late)

Hits my elbow......

         (He holds the arm)

And everything stops......

        (He holds the 'block' and lifts it over his head with his good arm)

They tried to say that it was gonna be ok, but I knew as soon as that ball connected, just like you know when the batter got the sweet spot....only this isn't sweet......

        (He puts the block slowly on top of the pile)

And now, I have to have ....(hard to say)  the operation.   They open up the elbow ....and until they're actually inside.....they don't know.....nothing..... whether it'll heal in time for the last few games of the season....or in time for next season.....or whether....it'll heal at all.....

        (He takes a block from the bottom and watches to see if it will all fall...not this time)

Fifteen years in Little League and high school ball, and college......and no injuries.  Not to my arm, at least.

        (He turns to leave, looks back at the puzzle. He takes the good arm and smashes down the wall, puts his head in his hand.  Then he slowly looks at the fallen blocks, very slowly takes one and places it carefully on the floor., )

I guess......you just have to play until.....you can't build anymore.......until.....you can't play anymore....

        (Lights down as he slowly rebuilds the tower)
Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
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1 comment:

Jennifer Silva Redmond said...

Love this one...play ball!