In this short one-act stage play, which can be acted out at home with friends, Dwayne Roloson is a duck. That's really all you need to know. Also, Pittsburgh is a metaphysical playland.
The world is new and dark as the sun sets on the city of Pittsburgh. At the center of the Consol Energy Center ice, a small pool of water can be seen glistening in the lights. Two figures emerge from the pool, which appears to be eternally deep.
Shhh, Dwayne. This is important. You have to get your shit together, okay??
The PITTSBURGH PENGUINS step onto the ice. The pool at the center freezes over, and ROLOSON waddles towards his net, quacking softly. MARC-ANDRE FLEURY sharpens the harpoon in his hand.
Do you guys think you got this?
Sure, we got this. Just. . .go over there.
I'm back here for you guys, you know, if you need me.
KRIS LETANG draws his sword, and tries his secret unicorn call, waiting for the majestic stag to come galloping over section 122, but he hasn't seen his friend in far too long.
We'll be fine, Marc. You just sit there and look pretty.
The first period begins, and FLEURY must hold the fort during repeated attacks. His harpoon feels heavy in his hands. Meanwhile, ROLOSON quacks behind the play.
A heavy fog lifts as the TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING crowd around DWAYNE ROLOSON in the dressing room. He is crying pathetically.
MARTIN ST. LOUIS
We have to help him. We have to do something.
I can only do so much, guys. Someone is going to have to do something. Victor? You alive over there?
That's right! We're going to get them in the third, right boys?
STEVE DOWNIE gnaws on bones in the corner. He stands up, and stands over ROLOSON, drooling.
You know what happens to ducks when they die?
They float. Feet up. Heh. . .heh. . .
Shut up, Steve! You're scaring him! We have to save him!
He should be scared, kid. . .
The team gathers and exits the room, as fog fills it once more.
ALEXEI KOVALEV sees nothing but darkness. His vision has gone black and he feels pain and uncertainty. He drags himself up, and light returns to him. He realizes that he is alone. The puck is on his stick. He puts it behind DWAYNE ROLOSON without having to think. The deed has been done.
There is nothing all around but light, and noise. But the journey is hardly done.
MARTIN ST. LOUIS
This isn't fair! (Bleeds)
Fuck you! (Scores)
This is really, really quite unfair, you guys!
Don't do shit unless I tell you you can do shit, men. Hold the line. Don't. . .don't. . .
The light and noise overwhelm the city.
While we are happy, we know, no one is safe.
Apologies in advance for this. I had a fever today.
The Pens literally did the "grind these bitches down" play.
WHAT A SERIES ALREADY. More later.
Shutout city! What a way to start a series.
The quick back and forth of Scene 3 was epic. I enjoy that Martin St. Louis just randomly bleeds, followed by Asham's response. ... And I truly wish they would mic up Roloson so we could hear his sad quacks live.
Hope you feel better!
I read this while listening to Sraparate ways by journey... bad BAD combination, I thank god the worst part of the flu happenend sunday for me, but that didn't stoped my brain to imagine this brodway show in my head.. it seemed so real.
Dwayne Roloson's existence now makes sence... a duck that's it!
I snarfed reading this... *QUACK* classic...I'm going back to vibrating gleefully in anticipation of more to come. Curry bless the Playoffs
@Zpens453 You are correct, Sir! Fevers are good for feeding the bard. It's all Yzerman's doing, though. He's the one who served foie gras in nets in the first place. The bonus is, this play could also be ever so slightly tweaked to fit last night's DUCKS v. Predators game.! How did you know? Dan Ellis was all duckie peepers, as well. So pleased right now.