The Cat's Out of the Bag

It was my own fault. I should never have brought it up in the first place. Delmus is pretty savy with a remote control in his hand. And he can tell you all about mud wrestling and other highbrow television artforms. But when it comes to a Broadway production, I don't think he's ever had a ticket in his hand.
At the time, we were plotting a path through college basketball's March Madness. Delmus was already looking ahead. "So, what are you going to do after the championship game?"
I guess he was thinking that I'd take a couple of weeks off from work just to recuperate. I didn't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't effect me that deeply. "Not much. My wife and I have tickets to a play."
"Oh, yeah?," he perked up. "I always wanted to go to a play."
"Well, you should go to this one," I encouraged him. "It's Plaza Suite by Neil Simon, and it's at Brenau's Pearce Auditorium."
Delmus paused and thought for minute and then he asked, "Is he the one that came up with that game, 'Simon Says'?"
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