Melt in your mouth, not in your hands.
Beyond trying to ignore the scrolling black box of closed captioning text that obscures half the screen, watching Game 6 consists mainly of listening to Stuart and Mabel try to decipher what’s happened on each play, and which players are involved.
“Was that Artest?”
“What just happened there?”
“Why is Kobe shooting free throws?”
The closed captioning is no help, of course. The text is simultaneously moving too fast to read, and too slowly to keep up with the commentators. I don’t know how deaf people do it.
Adding to the torture, the Celtics are getting creamed. With the Lakers nursing a comfortable 20-point third quarter lead, Stuart turns to us and smiles.
“How about these Lakers?” he says, putting up an open hand for a high five.
Devlin and I, sluggish from our junk food haze and growing depression, look sourly at Stuart, who lowers his hand.
“What’s the matter?” he says.
we’re Celtic fans?” I say.
Stuart’s wrinkles frown.
” he says. “When did you turn to the dark side?”
I sit up. “First of all, you’re
the dark side,” I say. “Second of all, we never turned to anything. We’ve been Celtic fans ever since you met us a couple hours ago.”
Stuart looks at Mabel, then at us.
“Are you sure?
” he says.
“Yes,” I say.
Stuart stares at the game for a few seconds. The one thing he can read is the score. The game is a blowout, and therefore does not hold his attention.
Stuart starts shaking his head in defiance.
“No, no,” he says. “You’re wrong. You two are Laker fans. I’m positive.”
I pop my jersey. “Look at what I’m wearing,” I say, then point to Devlin. “Look what he’s
Stuart offers a blank stare, unconvinced.
“No,” he says. “You know how I know you’re wrong? Because there’s no way
I would watch a whole Finals game with Celtic fans. No way… Heck, I refuse to even wear
I look down. Stuart’s socks are green. Now I’m full on annoyed.
“I don’t mean to offend you, Stuart,” I say, which of course is code for I mean to offend you
. “But how are you even here?
I mean, it takes a certain amount of independence to travel to this remote resort, and then to be aware that this game is going on, and then to show up here on time to watch it. So…how are you here?
Despite every inability that Stuart has thus far shown, he processes what I’ve said. He looks to Mabel with a twisted mouth.
“I think he just called us stupid,
Momma,” Stuart says. Mabel doesn’t care.
“No,” I reply. “I didn’t say you were stupid, just-”
Stuart spits out the next word like it tastes bad. “Senile,” he says.
My silence concedes senility.
Stuart looks around the room.
“So…you think a senile man could beat you at Mastermind?” he says.
I’m confused. Stuart nods toward a shelf full of various board games provided by the resort. Sitting between Monopoly and Pictionary is Mastermind, a code-breaking game in which one player conceals four colored pegs of his choosing, and the opponent, aided by the hints of Battleship-like hit and miss pegs, has ten tries to guess the correct color and order.
I figure Stuart doesn’t have a shot in hell. I mean, in addition to being senile, he’s color blind
“So…if you win, what happens?” I say.
“Then I’m right,” Stuart says.
“Which means…we’re Laker fans,” I say.
“Yup,” Stuart says.
I nudge Devlin with an elbow. “Go get the game,” I say.
“But I don’t want
to be a Laker fan,” Devlin says.
“Relax,” I say.
My confidence is misguided.
Stuart needs only three guesses to beat me. After winning, he proceeds to eat one of the colored pegs, thinking it’s an m&m.
Following the 22-point Laker win that ends with Celtic big man Kendrick Perkins seriously injured and the series even at 3 games a piece, Devlin and I mope out of the hotel.
“Maybe we are
Laker fans,” I say to Dev, mystified. “Maybe we’re just dreaming
we’re Celtics fans.”
“That would explain all the hallucinations,” says Patch, following close behind us.
Links: Travelling: Intro / Book Jacket
, Chapter 1: Cribbagegate
, Chapter 2: Two e-mails
, Chapter 3: Pattern
, Chapter 4: Shattered
, Chapter 5: Hilarious Pee
, Chapter 6: Suicide
, Chapter 7/8: Coaching High school, Shark attacks and appetizers
, Chapter 9: June
, Chapter 10: 18 and oh no
, Chapter 11: DNA
, Chapter 12: Peanut Butter Sandwiches
, Chapter 13: Tom Brady and the McGuffin
, Chapter 14: Game 1
, Chapter 15: Who the H is John Havlicek?
, Chapters 16 - 17
, Chapter 18: Game 2: Great White
, Chapter 19: Pickle
, Chapter 20: Marty McFly
, Chapter 21 / 22: standard deviation, all the pretty flowers
, Chapter 23: Game 3: Black Hills
, Chapter 24: Twister
, Chapter 25: Game 4
, Chapter 26: Patriotic Agony
, Chapter 27: Locusts
, Chapter 28: skype
, Chapter 29: Click
, Chapter 30: Superman
, Chapter 30: Ass Brunch Chapter 32: Mammoth
, Chapter 33: Pathetic
, Chapter 34: Purple and Gold
, Chapter 35: Chowdah
, Chapter 36: Mastermind
, Chapter 37: m&m cookie dough
, Chapter 38: taste
, Chapter 39: Dance with the Devil
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