Debate, Wednesday, October 26, 2016

[imafuturist]

Today Steve was in front of the class wearing a baseball cap with a huge blue B on it, and a jersey that scrawled "Brooklyn" across his chest in script. "So, last night was the first game that the Chicago Cubs have played in the World Series since 1945." He smiled a little wryly. "Trust me when I say it's been a while since 1945."

And Tony was wearing a hat with an N and a Y stacked on top of each other because he was sticking with New York pride here, okay? "The last time they won was back in 1908. Which not even our resident old man was old enough to have witnessed."

Deal with it, Steve and Chicago.

Steve grinned sheepishly. "True enough. Other things that didn't exist in 1908: integrated baseball teams. Bras. Zippers. Sliced bread."

Tony gave a duly impressed look for all those things. How did people survive without them? "This'll be another easy day if you're a baseball fan. If not... there's still the wonder of research to help you. In honor of the Chicago Cubs, we'll be discussing who is the worst baseball team of all time."

"It's up to you to decide how you measure worst," Steve said. "Losses over the years? Scandals? Cheating, drug use, inappropriate mascot choices? Obnoxiousness of their fans? Their general...Yankee-ness?"

Sorry not sorry, Tony.

"Aren't the Dodgers in California?" Tony asked archly. Because bring it, Brooklyn. Bring it.

"They are," Steve grumbled. He secretly thought his patriotic puppy eyes could have stopped that from happening if he'd been awake for it. "Where they made it to division championships this year, unlike certain other teams who remain nameless but rhyme with Spankies."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Ignore Captain Rogers' bad taste and decide for yourselves, class."

"Yes, And:" Improv Theatre and You, Wednesday, Period One

[furnaceface]

Jono looked a little bit like he'd been hit by a bus - in a figurative sense, though he hadn't so much as combed his hair before coming to class today either - when he dragged his ass into the Danger Shop today, sat on the stage, and gestured for the students to take seats in the audience.

//I got roughly zero sleep last night, and this week has been hectic,// because they were stupidly planning yet another wedding (which he wasn't expecting would happen) and a Halloween party thinly disguised as a reception (which he was really hoping would), //so I don't have a game for you today. I do, however, have a video for you.//

The stage behind him changed, then, to become a cinema screen.

//This week, we're just watching episodes of Whose Line Is It Anyway? From back when it was still filmed in the UK, because I will never understand the American need to take all things good, particularly the ones that are already in bloody English, and then re-make them. And because I couldn't find new episodes of the Drew Carey version on YouTube in the whole thirty seconds I spent searching on my phone while tripping over cats this morning. Enjoy.//

And then he shuffled down off the stage and took a seat in the audience before the theatre went dark and Improv's movie day began.