The West Wing Walk-and-Talk

Fans Love West Wing Walk-and-Talk
Very few techniques in television transform viewers into a time and place, the fictive dream, as much as the walk and talk film sequence. The rapid-action storytelling practice is versatile and can suit genres ranging from drama to comedy, making scenes feel lifelike and dynamic. It engages characters in conversation while they move through a space, shot with a steady or tracking camera, creating a dynamic method to deliver dialogue, introduce characters and plot lines.
In the TV political drama West Wing, that space is the corridors of power in the White House. While walking the cast takes turns handing off snappy dialogue, workloads, schedules and plot drivers, so that much of the cast is presented to the TV audience in a steady stream of character and plot set-ups for that week’s episode.

One of the first and most effective uses of the walk and talk was the drama ER. The show frequently used walk-and-talk scenes in its fast-paced hospital environment to reflect the urgency and complexity of medical situations. The Michael Crichton written show, with special help from producer Steven Spielberg and his company Amblin Entertainment, ran from 1994, to April 2, 2009, 15 seasons with a total of 331 episodes. It was one of the longest-running and most successful medical dramas in television history.
Other shows that used the walk and talk include Grey’s Anatomy, a hospital setting like ER; The Newsroom, another Sorkin vehicle like West Wing, this time in a newsroom; Suits, law firm offices, corridors and elevators; Mad Men, action in Sterling Cooper’s offices; House of Cards, the halls of congress; CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, through crime scenes and labs; The Wire, on the streets of Baltimore. Even half hour sitcoms like Scrubs and Brooklyn Nine-Nine have integrated the technique.
West Wing is the standard for the artform in television. Aaron Sorkin perfected the technique to create the bustle and energy of one of the most explosive working environments in the world, to show off his unparalleled skill at tetchy, abrupt and technical dialogue, and to showcase the witty, likable characters that make up the fictional Bartlett administration spearheaded by Martin Sheen as President of the United States.

Josh Allen Saves The Buffalo Bills

Buffalo Bills Fans Think Josh Allen Might Have Saved The Franchise

The NFL Buffalo Bills have a wall of heroes, posted on a ring around the inside of High Mark Stadium in Orchard Park, New York. It’s a list of legends from the storied franchise; Cookie Gilchrist, Joe Ferguson, Jim Kelly, even OJ is up there.

There will be a new name there in the near future, Josh Allen. Some fans think it should be on the outside of the new stadium being built for the team.

The Bills are a small market NFL team, second smallest only behind the City of Champions Green Bay Packers. The Bills market size is around 632,000 people, and Highmark Stadium holds 71,608 people.

Since Allen first suited up in his #17 Bills uniform, five years ago, Buffalo has played nine Monday Night games. It took them nineteen years to play that many games before Allen. They’ve played twelve Sunday night games. It took twenty-four years for them to play twelve games pre-Allen. The renewed relevance of this small market team can be attributed directly to Allen and his Superman play on the field. He’s a needle-moving Q-Rating machine. When he plays, people watch.

NFL teams move for greener grass, especially when they can’t fill stadiums and generate local revenue. Owners get fidgety when local governments don’t support the team (with tax incentives to build new venues). In 1999, rumors that the Bills would leave Buffalo filled the air in Western, New York (two years prior the Browns bolted for Baltimore, to replace the Colts who left a decade earlier). They were coming off a 6-10 season, missing the playoffs. The stars of the team, who propelled the franchise to four straight Super Bowls were moving on, retiring or being traded.

Along came Doug Flutie. He started fifteen games for the Bill in 1999, winning eleven. They went to the playoffs as favorites (losing to the Tennessee Titans in the Music City Miracle). It would be the final season that Bruce SmithAndre Reed, and Thurman Thomas were on the team together. All three were released at the end of the season due to salary cap issues.

The Bills wouldn’t get back to the playoffs until 2017.

Flutie filled Rich Stadium with his inspired play, his David versus Goliath routine. He sold jerseys, he prevented TV blackouts, they made a breakfast cereal bearing his name, Flutie Flakes. He might have saved the franchise in Buffalo.

In 2014 Bon Jovi and none other than Donald Trump sought to buy the team. Bon Jovi failed when it was learned he would try to move the team to Canada. Trump couldn’t get a bank to loan him the cash. But the rumors started again that the Bills were for sale and ripe to be located to a larger market.

Josh Allen has put a stop to all that chatter. He’s a marketing, seat-selling, NFL prodigy, and the Western New York has responded to his mega-stardom. The Buffalo Bills’ New Highmark Stadium, nicknamed “The Pit,” is under construction in Orchard Park, New York. Designed by Populous, it will seat 62,000 fans and feature a grass surface. The project, costing over $2.1 billion, is scheduled to open for the 2026 NFL season.

A lot of fans believe the stadium would not have been built without the newfound popularity of the team, the Buffalo Bills mafia, and the play of the best quarterback in the NFL.

Baseball is BACK!

If you’ve never been to a baseball fantasy camp…you’re smarter than me an my friends.

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THE GOOD OLD DAYS!

…weren’t always good, and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.

Bill Joel

If you’re of a certain age, (ie: old) you’ll recognize a few names in this week’s Bill Burk Talks. If you’re not, have your search engine ready.

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Some walks are longer than others, no matter the distance.

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My Great White Whale!

Apologies to Herman Melville
I’d like to preface this week’s talk by saying that I’ve never had a hole in 0ne, it is my white whale, On a golf course, I am Ahab.

If you’ve never read Moby Dick, all 13,000 pages of practically indecipherable prose, and which one of us hasn’t, you’ll recognize the cursed lament you are about to hear. If you haven’t then please bare with me
I’ll start.

There’s a white whale out there, it exists in my mind, the nod of other, the ones who stand on a level swatch of grass, weapon in hand, goal in front, and a keen eye for a prize. That prize is some distance off, measured in yards and years. It’s elusive, much on the side of impossible. But others, many more of a fact, many more skilled, many less so, many have skulled that white behemoth. Don’t let them fool you, the skilled and the unskilled alike.
They are, to a person, lucky so and sos.

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With tee in my hand and ball in the other I set the course, seeking, as so many do, the very soul of perfection, the score of one.

“They think me mad – First for playing this impossible game, next for hunting the incredible within the impossible; hopelessness squared, then trebled, and finally, the last chance, the ultimate par 3 on this maddening sea.
The target -my whale- is almost beyond my aging sight. It’s great white snout barely visible across the expanse of green sea. Marked with a flag, a sign of where to look, where to strike. It might as well be a single wave on the vast sea, so elusive, so finite.

  1. “But today is the day, I can feel it, deep in my bones, in my hands and my Footjoys. Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down the fairway and do believe.”
    The others stand my side, they wait, knowing it is I alone the whale has escaped, they to a person, have conquered their own beast, some more than once,
    They let me know, keep me informed of their loud victories against the great white,
    They are, to a person, arrogant so and so’s.
    “‘Stop your grinning,’ shout I, ‘and hand me my trusty harpoon.

“I’VE piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by my whole race from old Tom Morris, to Bobby Jones, Sneed, Palmer and Niclaus on down; and finally me, the Ahab of these times.
I try all things, I achieve what I can.”
My hopeless resignation is not understood,. It is not appreciated “To be enraged with a dumb brute an unlikely task, that acts out of blind instinct is blasphemous.” The ball nor the hole gives an acre of heed to my strike. It just sits there…
But MOCKING..mocking.
“To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.”
I strike and wail: Go in the hole you cursed thing”

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“That wild madness that’s only calm to comprehend itself!” That clubbed harpoon that sails past the whale, and mocks me, looking back to say, what did you think was going to happen? That I’d wind up in that blow-hole? That I’d give you rest? That I’d put your name n the papers, and let you join that unholy cabal that has surely given some part of their soul to enjoy this achievement?
“That ain’t no whale; that a great white god.” I scream
Tis simply a hole in the ground, say my partners.
“Then all collapse, and the great shroud of the sea rolls on as it rolled five thousand years ago.”
I did not feel the wind, or smell the fresh cut of grass. I only stood, staring at the horizon, with the marks of some inner crucifixion and woe deep in my face.” As the small white ball slipped past the hole to settle with grim satisfaction in the shadow of the flag, and my fellow golfers said to me, “better luck next time”, which, incidentally, is exactly what I would have said to the Melvin’s Ahab.

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The White Whale

Moby Dick, the most elusive prize in all of literature.

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Captain Ahab, the most obsessive, most human, most pitiful character to ever cross the written page.

I am Ahab.

A Hole in One in golf is my White Whale.

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Apologies in advance to Herman Melville….