That’s how I spent my Friday. On top of picking up dry cleaning, scheduling a doctor’s appointment then canceling, practicing baseball and performing calisthenics in 100 degree Valley weather – and let’s not forget, filling the gas tank for my Vegas trip via Burbank Airport.

In other news…

A known actor is sending me gentle jabs thru text messaging. My humor is “waning”? That’s a cheap shot! I’ve waited 12 years for 53 seconds of prime-time exposure, I’m not gonna let some Julliard trained freak ruffle my feathers!

To happier stories…

Yesterday Mussina, today it’s Jared Weaver of the LA Angels. My brain may be here right now, but my heart is in Cleveland on the mound at Jacobs Field living vicariously through Jared as he takes the hill for his second ever major league start against Drew Carey’s Indians.

Then it’s my turn in the rotation – I’ve got a big game on Sunday, strive to go five. Me and Canseco taking on Saberhagan and crew – we hope to settle the score in what’s turning out to be a heated grudge match between two pillars of the 80’s (with me in a supporting role).

Live appearances you ask? – oh, you didn’t?

No show this eve, had to cancel two gigs for tomorrow night in Hollywood (Improv and Comedy Store, sorry fan) —-> when Vegas calls, you answer.

Curious, how’s the bar scene at Circus Circus? I’ve got a trunk full of glow sticks.