A Psychal Conversation

From Jan. 11-10
Citizens,

I was blown away when two different people wrote back that they not only have seen this “24” that I’ve mentioned, but that they also had observations. First, JimKev (whose West Liberty U hoop team is only leading the nation in scoring for the fifth consecutive year) thought it was noteworthy that agent Bauer can, in such a relatively short time span, find himself in and out of love and maybe in again…despite the fact that he’s a pretty busy guy.

Then Steefie, with the wisdom of Solomon, noted that if the government (including wicked overlords and evil Senators and the like) would just get out of Jack’s way the program could be called “12,” cuz that’s all the time Bauer would need to get the job done. Also, if it was just “12” it would be a lot easier to remember which folks Jack has killed and/or tortured. Steefie admits he has Attention Deficit Disorder.

But, in regards to this show, I’ve had a strange ride since last we met. As I continued to watch episode after episode I gradually became aware of a tremendous coincidence: Agent Bauer and myself think and act almost identically; we walk, talk, and dance alike; we like the same foods, though we never have time to eat them; we even look and dress quite a bit alike.

The more that I realized these things to be true, the more that a residual psychal residence within me began to manifest itself. How, you ask? Through the simple knowledge that I had the capacity, should I so choose, to make mental contact with Jack. And so I did. At first I was elated. But then I was crushed.

What happened was, first we talked all about his cases and actions and so forth and then I asked him how he had arrived at certain decisions he’d made regarding a certain scenario that had played out. He said he didn’t know. I was flabbergasted, astounded, thunderstruck, and surprised. How could you not know, I queried.
And that’s when he told me that only the writers know these things. Further (this one put me in the fetal position), he said that his name’s not really Jack Bauer, It’s something else. And that he was an actor.

At first I felt betrayed…and vowed to never watch again. But then a thought struck me: maybe I’M THE REAL JACK BAUER! So I’ve decided to continue watching in order to better evaluate this deep and growing subcutaneous suspicion! Trust me to keep you informed.
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Elsewhere, we played Sitra a couple of nites ago and came away with a rather ugly win—the kind we seem to specialize in. We had a bad shooting night and decided to complement that with weak defense. At the end of the third quarter one of their players threw up a shot from 60 feet and it swished right thru the net to cut our lead to one. We pulled away to a 14-point lead but then a good player of theirs made 3 straight very long 3s at the end and the final was 80-76. We again had stinking Fadl the referee and true to his reputation he produced shenanigans. He’s quite a joker, that little guy. But the joke’s invariably on us.

Now our next two games are against two of the three teams we continue to be tied with for first place. Why won’t my players improve, the way I plead with them to? After practice tonite we’ll have a team dinner together, which is what Mgr. Hussain feels is just what the doctor ordered. I hope it agrees with us.
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I’ve mentioned Rick to you. He’s a Cali-guy who worked in movies/TV in Hollywood for ten years and recently interviewed in Dubai for a production position there. While he’s waiting to hear from those people he has moved in with me temporarily—since his lease in Juffair expired yesterday.

He continues to push for financing for the rock ‘n rollin prince reality show that he’s pushing, a project that he could pursue from either here or Dubai. He has another deal that he does one nite a week at the Day’s Inn Hotel. He hosts an improv comedy show called, “The Funniest Person in Bahrain.” He currently boasts ten people who are vying for this title and whom he coaches. He has invited me to come and watch before but I didn’t have a chance until a few evenings back.

The first guy up was Ali, who was actually pretty funny but pretty dirty. Another humorous guy is a Brit kid, just 16 years old…can think on his feet. Two of the contestants are girls, one from Finland (who I mostly couldn’t understand) and one from Holland. One local guy was wearing, as are you right now, a Santa costume. It obviously seemed like a good idea to him.

I was impressed with one local guy, Tariq, who pulled off a pretty good imitation of Governor Arnold S, as The Terminator. Near the end of his monologue he said, “…hey, I’m starting to sound like an Arab!” But still, I was pretty impressed with him doing a German accent in English. How many of you could improvise a comedy skit in Arabic, utilizing, say, a funny Bosnian accent? I could of course, but could you? Get back to me on that one.