Theater Hockey of the Absurd: A Play in Three Periods

Our two characters here are nothing like Samuel Beckett’s hapless Vladimir and Estragon. 

Nonetheless, they ponder the very same existential questions of choices, friendship, time, consciousness and truth.

The principals in this rinkside rip-off could easily be two fans sitting high up in section 428, or perhaps even two players, side-by-side on the ice.

Vladimir: So there you are again.
Estragon: Am I?
Vladimir: I’m glad to see you back. I thought you were gone forever.
Estragon: Me too.
Vladimir: Together again at last! We’ll have to celebrate this.

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Estragon: I’m unhappy.
Vladimir: Not really! Since when?
Estragon: I’d forgotten.

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Vladimir: Say you are, even if it’s not true.
Estragon: What am I to say?
Vladimir: Say, I am happy.
Estragon: I am happy.
Vladimir: So am I.
Estragon: So am I.
Vladimir: We are happy.
Estragon: We are happy. What do we do now, now that we are happy?
Vladimir: Wait for Godot.  Things have changed here since yesterday.

Beckett tells us the wait for Godot is eternal.  But we can’t go on for very much longer waiting for de goals.  Welcome back, Sasha, your friends missed you.  Добро пожаловать.