Athletes often say they don’t read the papers. They don’t listen to their critics. Not to make generalizations, but they’re probably lying. I read the papers. And while I don’t often have critics at my shows, when they show up I read their words. Lately, they’ve been particularly kind about The Davenports, an improvised soap opera. The show is Chicago Reader Recommended: “It’s a silly, absurd, dizzying show–but, unlike actual soap operas, you can follow it without help from your Aunt Tammy.” It was also a theater pick for Time Out Chicago, who liked our “bitch-slapstick soap-opera exploits.” That’s a compliment, right? Right. If you need further reason to come out, here’s a video that features us all looking very intense: The Davenports Intro
