Bobby Rayburn: At least you’re not one of those diehard, you know, baseball fans, you know, really.
Gil Renard: Why’s that?
Bobby Rayburn: Because those guys are losers.
Gil Renard: Aren’t the fans what it’s all about?
Bobby Rayburn: Sheee-it! I’ll tell you something, man, the fans are like women. When you’re hitting, they love you, and when you’re not, they just as soon spit on you as look at you!
The discussion from the movie The Fan, starring Robert De Niro and Wesley Snipes has absolutely nothing to do with me. Unlike the plot, where an all star baseball player down on his luck has some unhealthy obsessive fans, I am not an all star . . . in anything.
However, today I received two more pieces of fan mail from my insignificant role in The Hunger Games. Unlike my first letter here, they emailed me first,asking for an address and permission for an autograph. Of course, I gladly accepted. Here are the two letters I received in the mail (they know each other but live in different states), each with this glossy 8.5 x 11 photo doctored to feature me.
Please understand, I have no illusions of grandeur. I know that I was in 2 seconds of a two hour and twenty-two minute movie. Any number of monkeys could have done my scene. However, it’s a nice to know when I’m feeling blue, instead of blasting R.E.M.’s Everybody Hurts in my car, I can reflect on these phrases:
- I enjoyed your movie “The Hunger Games”
- You did an excellent job in the film, you deserve a lot of praise for your part in the success.
- I wish there were more people like you in the world that care about others
- I hope more fans have taken the time to write and tell you how much they appreciate the hard work you did.
- I would have liked to have sent you a picture of you that was a close up but couldn’t find any (wait, scratch that last one)