This past Saturday my grandmother and I helped my mom celebrate her birthday at the Red Wings game in downtown Detroit. This is the inaugural year for the Winnipeg Jets, formerly the Atlanta Thrashers. The original Winnipeg Jets moved Phoenix and became the Coyotes in 1996, but the new Jets team has been welcomed with open arms by everyone except Detroit, who beat them 7-1. (This has nothing to do with my point, I just think it’s interesting.)
The next morning I watched the game highlights on the news, eager to see the clumsiness repeated, but all they showed were the goals. Not a single stumble made the cut. At first I was disappointed, but that’s when it struck me that sometimes the parts that make you laugh the most don’t progress the story. They’re just bits of fluff that—while hilarious—have no place in the final draft.
A good reminder for me as I head into my own edits.
It was Cleary. You can see the number 11 on his sleeve.
Mom, I don’t think that’s a photo of him tripping out of the bench. That was the only photo I could find of someone on his butt.
This is why I have so many files on my computer filled with culled funny bits. I have separation anxiety. LOL!
Carole, exactly. I have a file in every wip called ‘cut bits’, or something like that.
I realize my comment had nothing to do with the point of your post… I could use some editing too.
lol, I knew what you were thinking. It carried over from our conversation at the game when we couldn’t tell who it was.