Last night I did a show benefitting the Connor Senn Memorial Scholarship Fund. Great cause, Connor was an OSU soccer player that had a rare heart condition and passed away on the field. Credit to all involved, they raise money to avoid this and help OSU soccer. Very similar to my buddy Quincy Conner, who passed from a heart condition years back – thanks to Rob for starting that up also.
The show went very well, with me, Travis Hoewischer, Bill Arrundale, and Josh Sneed headlining. Sneed actually gave me a great “callback” regarding my Justin Bieber joke that I will definitely use. (If you want to know what, come to my goddurn shows….) Everything was gravy…until the end.
Post show, I wandered out to have a smoke and I ran into “I’m thinking about doing comedy, but I’ve never been onstage” guy. There is no worse curse than this. He ran his “bits” by me as I chugged my full beer, hoping a tornado or terrorist attack broke out. “I’ve written 30 minutes!” Me: How about you focus on five? “Let me tell you this part, it’s about Maury Povich!” Me: Oh, that sounds great! (Fuck!!! Fuck!!!) “Blah blah blah, blabbity bloo” Me: Oh man, I have Crohn’s disease! I am going to shit my pants! See ya! Thank my blessed Father, I escaped the cycle of bad routines never done onstage. Small victories, small victories.