Todd Lickliter and Greg McDermott Play Chess in the Park

  It sure is hot out here.
  It sure is.  Humid, too.
  These concrete seats are awful in the heat
  Yep.  They sure get hot.
  ...
  ...
  Theresa is being a pain in the ass lately.  All day with the gardening.
  Oy I know.  Joez won't stop talking about cutting the grass.  I think she sits out in the yard and watches it grow.
  ...
  ...
  I can't sleep for two hours without getting up to take a piss.
  Oh Lord, every night I'm up 5 times.  I might as well stay up all night.
  ...
  Check.
  ...
  ...
  And the kids today just won't listen.  I try to give them advice, tell them that going for a quick buck doesn't make long-term sense.  They ignore me.
  I know.  And the parents are just as bad.  I keep telling these kids that they need to accept their role, and everyone thinks they should be a star.  We don't need stars.  We need role players.
  Kids these days.
  ...

  Did you see that bird?
  What bird?
  That bird.
  I didn't see any bird.
  It's a bald eagle.
  Would you stop talking about birds?  There isn't a bald eagle in this park.
  ...
  Check.
  ...
  ...
  I went and saw my guy the other day.
  What did he say?
  He said he looks forward to working alongside me for a very long time.
  Oy.
  I know.
  Mine told me his support was unwavering.
  Why do they do that?
  They think we're naive and stupid, is what it is.
  ...
  This isn't getting any better, is it, Greg?
  No, Todd.  I'm afraid it's not.  It's only a matter of time.
  There's no way I make it to next summer, not in the condition I'm in.
  We're both just treading water, waiting for the Reaper.
  I wish they would just pull the plug.  Put me out of my misery.
  Lord give me the strength.
  ...

  Check.
  ...

  ...
  These seats sure are hot.
  Yep.  They sure are.