Rough cut... very rough cut

I have an animated tennis match being played in my head. Both players are beyond good. They are Wimbledon status. Can you hear the hollow pop of the fuzzy rubber ball? On the near court is, uh... oh, let’s call him Ron… Ron tells us with his furious backhand that Acme can pull this whole movie thing off; On the far court is Jackass-the-naysayer with a serve as fast as a thrown fist. He’s saying that Acme is insane to think such a large volume of work can be pulled off in such a short amount of time. The volleying has been quite constant for quite sometime and, crap, if these games aren’t evenly matched. With each game’s victory going to the server, so goes my frame of mind. How ridiculous to think that we could have gottenthe film ready for Sundance. Oh well, it will have to be another time, another movie. Anyway... Since we have a first rough-cut, game and set goes to Ron tonight. Way to go Ron! Hit the showers, buddy. Refrain, please, from snapping your towel at everyone’s ass this time around, would you? Thanks, Ron.