I feel good.

Many of you reading this have seen “the dunk” on my media clips. If I was a a D-I baller that would have been too lame to put on my website. If I was a D-III star that wouldn’t have been cool. But as a D-III benchwarmer (the man keeping my half black side down) the dunk was sensational, especially as a last play for a disappointing career. Like Rudy getting the sack at the end of Rudy, minus the inspiration.

The reference is because my Mom, who had traveled for 4 years to see me warm the bench was not there. I told her not to come to my last game because, “Mom, you’ve wasted enough time coming to see this bullsh–. Don’t come to this one.” Well, of course it was a career highlight and she missed it.

Well last night I had a great set at Gotham. Really great. It may have been “the dunk” of my comedy career. The owner of Gotham, at a free seminar, had told all the comics – mine your autobiographical stuff – “tell us about you and what makes your life funny or interesting.” So I wrote and tweaked and wrote and open mic and dug up old jokes and voila – a set worthy of an assistant DA/Haitian/Irish/6’7″ comic. The sad news: My Mom, who has been to practically every bringer I have done, good and bad, was not there.

I think I realize what is impeding my path to greatness. Mom, you have to stop coming to my shows. Only then can I achieve dunks every night.

Just kidding Mom, and no I’m not ready to move out.

Boston people – get ready for the festival. And Brooklyn people – check me out Friday. Go to the schedule.