December 9, 1997
I guess I was given the benefit of the doubt at the audition, that I had been dragged down by my verbally impaired partner. But whatever shadow of doubt I had been allowed, I quickly put to rest any suspicions that I might actually be talented. I was called back not for a bar patron, but a young guy attending a baseball game on a hot summer day.
The scene played out with me getting out of my jeep, seeing my buddies, grabbing some stuff out of the car, heading towards them, getting my feet stuck in the hot, sticky pavement on the way to them, having a winebago driven by old ladies start to barrel toward me, getting a Zima tossed to me and then being so refreshed and cooled by the Zima that I can lift my feet out of the pavement and avoid getting hit by the RV. Whew. I sis it a couple of times. It was fine. He seemed disinterested somewhere in the middle of the second take. Still trying to get off the schneid on commercials.