I wrote a play that was produced at Brazosport Center Stages last fall and, I’m proud to say, it has been chosen to anchor the upcoming season for Echo Theatre, a well-respected regional theater in Dallas. If that’s not cool enough, the play was then submitted for a 2016 Pulitzer Prize for Drama! The winners were announced Monday, April 18th and the award (plus the $10,000 check) went to…
The smash Broadway musical hit “Hamilton.” What the heck?! Who submitted that?! That’s so late 1700s. I’ve been totally over all that for like 240 years already. And when did we start overlooking that it’s the Pulitzer Prize for Drama not Musical? Whatever.
So my “touchingly honest and, at times, zany look at the challenges of aging” play against one of the Founding Fathers of the United States of America. That doesn’t seem fair. I feel that I should challenge him to a duel for the theatrical honor of it all! If you didn’t sleep through all your American history classes, you know that President Alexander Hamilton was shot to death by his vice-president in a similar duel. So me versus a dead guy who is 0-for-1 with dueling pistols. Yeah, those odds are about even.
This year, for the first time, the winners were announced during a live feed broadcast from Pulitzer Hall at Columbia University which reflected a giant leap into the modern electronic era for the prize. It also gave all my friends and family the opportunity to share my disappointment in real time. Personally, I was hoping for a Steve Harvey Miss Universe moment where the head of the Pulitzer committee would recognize his goof and correct himself on that particular award, yank the oversized sparkly crown off the head of the undeserving Broadway juggernaut and crown me the winner. So far he’s not willing to do that, so I guess I better ready my “It’s Such an Honor Just to be Included” speech after all.
On the upside, I got beat out by, from what I hear, is really a great show. Not that I will ever go see it now because that’s the bad sport that I am. I’m sure if it’d gone the other way, Alexander Hamilton wouldn’t come see my show either. Even if he weren’t dead.
In all sincerity (which I rarely display), it truly is such an honor just to have my script read, but I suppose I better start working on another play. We’ll get ‘em next time!