Only 2 more rejections pending

In the Spirit of the Super Bowl (the best one I’ve ever seen and the best football catch I’ve ever seen live) I have been looking at my comedy “career” through the lens of a football fan.

Barring Eli Manning-like heroics I will once again be shut out of Live at Gotham. 3 seasons, 2 auditions, 0 appearances.

My first audition was sabotaged by a joke I told, with less than perfect confidence about United 93, the 9/11 movie. In sum, I basically said that after seeing that movie I was nervous that if I was ever on a plane that was hijacked I felt like, given my size, the passengers would look to me to be some sort of noble warrior sacrificing my large frame for the good of the whole. Only problem is that I am a wuss stuck in an NBA power forward’s body.

WIDE RIGHT!

I felt like I had it and that joke hijacked it from me.

So this year I decided to not go with anything new and just go with hits. Until a great joke hit me two days before. Oh this will kill, thought I. Wrong. The gist of the joke was comparing myself to a retirmenet community for my girlfriend instead of being the Boiler Room scumbag that a majority of women want.

I ended that set stongly and that glitch was much smaller and less noticeable than the one a year ago. But apparently that was like a team down 2 touchdowns scoring a touchdown on a nice play with 5 seconds left.

Now Gotham has become like the frozen tundra of Lambeau field. Cold and unwelcoming (unless I have 10 friends, which ironically I do not think Ihave anymore because of the harsh and costly nature of the bringer business).

So in the next few days comes another “game’ at Gotham – the Last Comic Standing auditions. Who did the Bills lose their 3rd Super Bowl to?