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San Francisco Comedy Competition – Round 1, Day 3
Yesterday was a great day for many reasons. The weather was nice, The Motel Aladdin, where I stayed last night had a great continental breakfast and, obviously, I did not get murdered in my sleep by the drifters that were probably staying at the Motel Aladdin or at least in the wooded areas nearby. More importantly September 11, 2009 was the day that I officially got over 9/11, thanks to the overwhelming amount of Facebook comments from people who feel they have to let the cyber world know that they will not forget. Phew, now I can finally sleep again.
But the two biggest things of the day for me were John Stockton getting inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame and me not performing comedy in front of inbred white trash.
Well, I had a good performance tonight, in front of an extremely good crowd and went over by 6 seconds, thus disqualifying my performance. Rules are rules and I am not mad about that. I am actually mad that now that means my casino performance must remain as one of the 4 scores towards my final score (we perform 5 times and the lowest score is kept). Keeping that casino gig on my record is the comedic equivalent of a rape victim being denied an abortion; I now must carry the shame of that performance for the rest of my comedic life, or at least until Sunday.
I will say now that when I summarize this festival, whenever it ends for me, I will be offering some harsh words, but I don’t want them to be taken as sour grapes, but merely reporting some strange observations about comedy. Stay tuned – it could be happening as soon as Monday morning.
So with 1 good performance and two stinkers I am down 2-1. But one of my heroes, John Stockton was also down 2-1 in many series and you know what he did? He lost to Michael Jordan and the Bulls both times.
Day 4 better be good for me or it could be curtains. We go to Grass Valley tomorrow, which, naturally, is 150 miles away from San Francisco. Apparently it is a burial place for old hippies. Great.