Al, sitting on a pitching mound, is trying to take off his glove. He pulls at it with his teeth, panting. He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again.
Al: (giving up again). Nothing to be done.
Mike: (advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart). I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life I've tried to put it from me, saying Mike, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. (He broods, musing on the struggle. Turning to Al.)
Al: Charming spot. (He turns, advances to front, halts facing auditorium.) Inspiring prospects. (He turns to Mike.) Let's go.
Mike: We can't.
Al: Why not?
Mike: We're waiting for B. Ro.
Al: (despairingly). Ah! (Pause.) You're sure it was here?
Al: That we were to wait.
Mike: He said by the Entrance. (They look at Wrigley.) Do you see any others?
Al: What is it?
Mike: I don't know. A landmark.
Al: Where are the fans?
Mike: It must be spring training.
Al: He should be here.
Mike: He didn't say for sure he'd come.
Al: And if he doesn't come?
Mike: We'll come back tomorrow.
Al: And then the day after tomorrow.
Al: And so on.
Mike: The point is--
Al: Until he comes.
Mike: You're merciless.
Al: We came here yesterday.
Mike: Ah no, there you're mistaken.
Al: What did we do yesterday?
Mike: What did we do yesterday?
Mike: Why . . . (Angrily.) Nothing is certain when you're about.
Al: In my opinion we were here.
Mike: (looking round). You recognize the place?
Al: I didn't say that.
Al: That makes no difference.
Mike: All the same . . . that stadium . . . (turning towards auditorium) that blog . . .
Al: You're sure it was this evening?
Al: That we were to wait.
Mike: He said Saturday. (Pause.) I think.
Al: You think.
Mike: I must have made a note of it. (He fumbles in his pockets, bursting with miscellaneous rubbish.)
Al: (very insidious). But what Saturday? And is it Saturday? Is it not rather Sunday? (Pause.) Or Monday? (Pause.) Or Friday?
Mike: (looking wildly about him, as though the date was inscribed in the landscape). It's not possible!
Al: Or Thursday?
Mike: What'll we do?
Al: If he came yesterday and we weren't here you may be sure he won't come again today.
Mike: But you say we were here yesterday.
Al: I may be mistaken. (Pause.) Let's stop talking for a minute, do you mind?
Mike: (feebly). All right. (Al sits down on the mound. Mike paces agitatedly to and fro, halting from time to time to gaze into distance off. Al falls asleep. Mike halts finally before Al.) B. Ro! . . . B. Ro! . . . B. Ro!
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