On Saturday, I was called back to the set of "The Daisy Chain" to reshoot the football footage that had been rendered (mostly) unusable due to a cinematography error. I jumped at the chance to turn in an even better, more seasoned performance as a faceless football player appalled by on-field urine hijinks.
Battling an ominously overcast sky, our second shoot went much faster than Friday's, wrapping up in a mere hour and a half. Once again, I wore number 40 as the football gods intended. As you might expect, there was some attrition and turnover among teams from one day to the next. Technically, that made me a veteran. In that capacity, I hyped up my team by shouting, "THERE'S NO TOMORROW, GUYS! LEAVE IT ALL ON THE FIELD!" Just like I'd said yesterday.
Thanks to a fine group of friends who paid a visit, I have some awesome snaps of the game-day action. Enjoy.
(All credit goes to Blaine Rohrbach and Rebecca Hinson for the fantastic pictures.)
|Stretching out before taking the field, and absolutely not showing off.|
|The crane shot. Where you want to be when lightning strikes.|
|Waiting to bust some heads.|
|The director lays out the game plan. I'm either sweating or modeling.|
|Our kicker was new. He won the job because he sucked the least.|
|A run-through. We were supposed the kick it to the other side. Not mine. Number 22 red (right) is beelining straight for me. That whistle couldn't blow fast enough.|
|Our streaker streaks it up.|
|Ah, the camaraderie that ties a team of random actors together.|
|The director singles me out for praise and rounds up the cast so I can show them how it's done. No, not really. I just like to pretend that's what's going on here.|
|All right, fellas, back in your places! Employ no-huddle blocking!|
|On each take, the streaker performed more unpredictable antics. We were encouraged not to dodge so much as to mingle.|
|Bottoms up! (Number 77 red, middle left, decked me on a previous play. He was so apologetic. I praised him for his commitment to the role. I ripped my sock on that play, as you'll see later.)|
|Hustling off the field. I like to think we won.|