Our RV desperately needed its 15,000 mile oil change because we had already gone 900 miles over the expected limit. The nearest available Camping World who could take us in was in Louisville, Kentucky just a two hour drive away from Indianapolis where we were in. To make matters worse, they couldn’t take us in until 8 a.m. tomorrow. Since we had a free day, we decided to make use of my hometown and make a short commercial for Sprint, the exclusive sponsors for our tour.

Jed had already earlier in the tour assigned for me to come up with some ideas for a commercial and to make a rough script for one. After going through many ideas which could incorporate basic themes of our road trip while at the same time sold a Sprint product, I found it was hard to really think of one. I had never helped think of or make a commercial for anyone before so it was an interesting experience for me. I knew I wanted to make a commercial selling Sprint Video Relay Services because it is a very viable technology which has really taken the Deaf community by storm. It is great in the sense that it speeds up our call times when we can speak in our native tongues, ASL. I played around with ideas that involved routine things such as calling for pizza and such, but it just seemed too common. When I found out that we were going to shoot the commercial in my hometown of Fishers, I tried to think of what would be the best way to use my local community. The first thing that came to mind was golf. Fishers has a golf course on every street, it seems, and my brother and I are always wasting time on the TTY calling for tee times.

I wrote a simple script which basically called for one of the most realistic settings around my home. My brother and I would sit around our bonus room upstairs watching TV or playing on the computer. My friend, Brendan Stern who was in town for the USADB training camp, would join us. We would develop a craving for golf after seeing video of a Deaf owned golf course in Morganton, North Carolina. My brother Jon would make the VRS call and make a tee time for us. After spending an hour watching Jed get what felt like hundreds of shots from every possible angle, we said the same exact lines over and over again until I couldn’t even stand it. The end reward was that because we needed footage of us actually golfing, we got to golf. Jon, Bren, Myself, as well as Jed completed a foursome over nine holes, except Jon and I did not finish more than three holes. Jon suddenly remembered on the second that he had