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15 Minutes from Canadian Sports Television
by Kent Bruyneel


The Latin character doesn't understand. He wants badly to have sex with the Incredibly Muscular Yet Not Overly Masculine character.

She is too focussed on the match she is watching on television. I am watching him watch her on Canadian Sports Television.

"Mama-cita" he says, at once enforcing his ethnicity and his desire to know her carnally. "They are cream puffs."

‘No’ she sends back to the Latin character: without actually saying no. She wants him to focus on the match she is watching on television but instead he rolls his Latin eyes at the Unbelievably Big But Insistently Sexually Attractive character.

"We'll slap them around just like this. " He says.

Now he slaps the palm of his left hand with both sides of his right. Now he is leaning in close to her to convince her that she should shortly be making passionate Latin love with him, somewhere close, somewhere within the building.

"Just like this."

He continues running the back and forth of his right hand over his left hand. He is pummelling his left hand really. But she pays no mind and focuses even more, if that is possible, on the match she is watching on television, on Canadian Sports Television.

"Just like this."

____


I am watching four teenage girls Becoming four other teenage girls—a band called "Dream" in fact—on Muchmusic on television.

They are wearing Dream's clothing; they have each taken one of Dream's names for their own. And they are ripping and crying open all the product shots that Dream like to rip open—they probably don’t cry, not anymore on Canadian Sports Television.

"This is so...surreal." One says.

Now they are sitting on pillows in the middle of the floor that serves the common area of their suite somewhere, no doubt, far off the ground in the Meridian Hotel in Beverly Hills, California on television.

"I'm taking the ice cream to bed with me." One says.

Now they are tracing circles with mud masks across each other's faces. They are running their fingers gently across each other's noses and eyes, and now in and out of each other’s mouths.

"I'm taking the whip cream." One replies.

I am drifting almost towards sleep but I know, as do they, that it will all be over soon.

____

They are circling back and forth in front of and behind the net on Canadian Sports Television.

This is what they have done their entire lives. The announcer says, "This is how they make their living" on television.

"This is what they have been doing their entire lives."

____

My brother is jumping up and down and yelling—coherently if you can make it out—at the Canadian Sports Television.

"Don't tell me." He is shouting.

He is thrusting his right arm down below his waist and making a circle with his right hand—all at the same time—like he was a fist, or angry. Furious.

"Don't tell me!" He yells. Again and again.

We are in one half of a duplex in the suburbs and every time he jumps and almost every time he yells he obscures the view of someone sitting behind him only vaguely watching what we are watching on Canadian Sports Television.

"Don't tell me!" My brothers jumps and shouts again. Forever, it seems.

____

Have you seen the new Nickelback video? It really explains the song.

And it tells the story of how this guy and his son's life went after the guy left his family, yeah.

And he calls every now and then while the kid is growing up and everything, sure. But that's more for him than them, yeah.

But at the end—during the solo—you see the guy's son and he's driving in his car and he's really upset, yeah. He's thinking back over his life and yelling and slamming the steering wheel with both good hard hands and thinking about his dad and all the shit he's had to deal with everyday—and probably all the stuff he's seen on television too is bothering him right now—and he's not looking where he is going and soon he has a bad accident, yeah. Bad one.

The solo ends and the singer comes to the mic, yeah. It's a really fucking heavy moment and the singer says (doesn't sing so much as whisper really) "all the sins aligned with guilt" and you just know that is exactly what has happened to the guy when he calls and finds out what happened to his son. That he had an accident on Canadian Sports Television.

And he is off like a shot to see his son. More for him this time too, but it doesn't matter because he is going to see him and after that last phone call, he needs to see him, yeah.

And the last scene they show on television shows the guy walking in the backyard with his son, a brace now on the son's leg. And the guy has his arm draped over—yeah over not so much around—his son and you can tell they are talking which is why the video is so great; yeah—talking is the best thing.

Kent Bruyneel shoud check his email.

 





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