I am clearly about to burst. I have screamed. I have thanked God. I have cried. And so has he.
"He" is my son, the actor. He has been fighting for six weeks for a role in a major motion picture about the Oakland As. His uncanny resemblance to former Atlanta Braves star David Justice has always been a topic of discussion. When he played in the Braves' Single and Double A minors, the other players called him Baby Dave. David Justice and Baby Dave sat at my kitchen table on more than one occasion while I piled their plates high with comfort food.
Today, he had the final audition with the director of the movie. After two call-backs following the initial audtion; after an entire day hitting both right and left-handed at the ball park for the movie's baseball coordinator; after a scheduled table read that was suddenly unscheduled because Mr. Pitt or Mr. Seymour Hoffman couldn't coordinate their calendars,and after the 4:30 p.m. (PDT) audition with the director, They Offered Him the Part!
My son, the actor, will play David Justice in a film. I don't know the name of it. I don't know when it will be released. I don't know how much my son will be paid. I just know that another one of his dreams came true not 20 minutes ago. I love that kid/man. He is the most determined, focused, tenacious and resilient child I have. Okay. He's the only child I have, so sue me.
UPDATE: Thanks to Cranky Cuss, I now know that the movie is Moneyball. It will be out in 2011 and stars Brad Pitt, Jonah Hill, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Robin Wright and, as of yesterday, Baby Dave.