PERFORMANCE DAY - Mamet

In the tradition of David Mamet, I give you this short sketch. Sorry if you don’t get the joke, and for Mamet fans out there wishing for a more Glengarry Glen Ross-style sketch, just include “fuck” wherever possible. Regular post to follow in an hour or so...

A LIFE IN THE WNBA

SETTING: The New York Liberty Locker-room.

(The rest of the team is filing out. SHAMEKA CHRISTON, in uniform, sits while TERESA WEATHERSPOON, in a suit, stands.)

WEATHERSPOON: Another year…

CHRISTON: Yup. Another one.

WEATHERSPOON: You think it’ll last?

CHRISTON: I hope so.

WEATHERSPOON: You hope so?

CHRISTON: I know so.

WEATHERSPOON: You know so?

CHRISTON: “What?”

WEATHERSPOON: I’m just trying-

CHRISTON: You’re just trying to “what”?

WEATHERSPOON: Look, you know me.

CHRISTON: Yes.

WEATHERSPOON: And so-

CHRISTON: I might be the only one.

WEATHERSPOON: Excuse me?

CHRISTON: Come on.

WEATHERSPOON: Ten thousand fans-

CHRISTON: Fans?

WEATHERSPOON: You know what I’m saying.

CHRISTON: Then say it.

WEATHERSPOON: I will.

CHRISTON: Good.

Pause.

CHRISTON: You don’t got it anymore.

WEATHERSPOON: I got it.

CHRISTON: It, huh?

WEATHERSPOON: I’ve forgot more about it than you ever learned.

CHRISTON: You don’t learn it.

WEATHERSPOON: Then…

CHRISTON: It just comes.

WEATHERSPOON: You’ll see.

CHRISTON: I’ll see?

WEATHERSPOON: You’ll see.

GAME BUZZER.

WEATHERSPOON: That’s the game.

CHRISTON: It’s just started.

She Exits.