INT: LOCKROOM: a hockey team enters (of course it’s a hockey team) muttering amongst themselves in inaudible jargon. Most of the players have towels around their necks and the general mood is solemn. All players sit into seemingly assigned stalls and begin their “mid-period” rituals of taking tape off, putting tape on, adjusting their equipment, et cetera. THE COACH enters last and the crowd of players are silent.  

COACH: (pauses)

 

 

Hey.

 

All right boys.

 

 

Good period. Good fighting. Good efforts out there. We can do this. We’re just an inch away from taking this to them.

 

 

But we have to get better.

 

 

 

THE COACH walks over to a white board (the kind that has the already there circles and lines that you would see on a hockey rink) and writes, “LAWSON’S CASK ON FRIDAY.”

 

 

COACH (CONT’D): We got to have a Lawson’s Cask on Friday and it’s got to be tapped in the morning so the most amount of people can try it. And, it’s got to be the collaboration between Lawson’s and Carrier Roasting. Let’s make sure it’s an English Style Dark Mild made with coffee from those awesome dudes from Carrier Roasting. All right? All right?

 

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): YEAH!

 

 

COACH: And we have to give back! We’ve got to give back to the people that are making the most difference.

 

 

THE COACH writes, “GIRLS/BOYS FIRST MENTORING PROGRAM” on the board.

 

 

COACH (CONT’D): We have to dig deep and give back to these guys, these guys right here. We have to donate 10% of our bar sales for NEXT TUESDAY to these guys. They’re making the difference and helping our kids. It’s for the kids, guys. The Kids! You got it?!?

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): YEAH!!

 

COACH: All right. All right. We keep doing these things and we’ll get a big old “W” for our team. And we’ll see the fruits of our labor.

 

THE COACH writes “LORENZ/CARR/MORSE” on the board.

 

COACH (CONT’D): You see these names? These are big names. These guys are going to be playing here, right here, at 11 PM this Friday night. You like guitar/drums/trumpet don’t you? Don’t you?

 

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): YEAH!!!

 

 

COACH: Well then get here and do it! 11 PM Friday night! That’s what it takes gentlemen!

 

Ok.

 

 

Let’s calm down and focus.

 

 

THE COACH writes, “INNER FIRE DISTRICT” on the board.

 

 

COACH (CONT’D): You remember this name, right? You remember their indescribable ways, right? Well, if it didn’t get you here Friday night then maybe me telling you that Inner Fire District is playing here Saturday night at 11 PM. That’s right, gentlemen, they’re playing HERE!

 

Now, who’s going to come and get a CASK of Lawson’s and Carrier Roasting here on Friday?

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): WE ARE!

 

COACH: And who’s going to come in next Tuesday and help donate 10% of Bar SALES to the Girls/Boys First Mentoring program?

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): WE ARE!

 

COACH: And who’s coming to see the Lorenz/Carr/Morse on Friday night?

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): WE WILL!

 

COACH: And, after that, who’s psyched to come see Inner Fire District here on Saturday night?

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): WE ARE!

 

COACH: ALL RIGHT! NO GO OUT THERE AND GET IT DONE!

 

PLAYERS (IN UNISON): AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

 

THE PLAYERS leave the LOCKERROOM with a bunch of hoots and hollers and THE COACH remains with his ASSISTANT COACH.

 

COACH (to the ASSISTANT COACH): Sometimes, Sully, this job just makes me smile. Now remember to pinch Kipper on the second line power, he’s been up to far in the zone and we can’t get him his shot from beyond the circle.

 

ASSISTANT COACH: Got it Coach.

 

 

Both men leave.

 

 

END SCENE.

 

 

 

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