Felt good to put my name in that sentence, I’ll be honest.

Gonna get coffee, back in a Jiff.  And I’m not talking about peanut butter, which was taken off the shelves in several states due to a salmonella outbreak.

I’m like Yahoo, I give you news and personals.

BTW, blogging out to Rise Against.  My mind is in the pit moshing toward the Event Staff aka “Yellow Coats“.

If you read this right now, I’m gonna be at UCB in Hollywood tonight at 11pm after the Laker game, versus the Cavaliers from Cleveland.

You think I’m done? I just presented you James and Bryant. I’ve personally absorbed their energy. And speaking of passion, how about those NFC/AFC Championship Games we witnessed over the weekend? Wow, incredible violence and precision, like My Bloody Valentine 3-D.

How do people clap when they’re holding digital cameras? They can’t and that’s why the live experience at sporting events and concerts have been on the decline in recent years.

Trust me, I know. I go to Spring Training with pitchers and catchers and it’s dead out there! Every drill matters, every game of catch, each fielded ball. They need you to cheer and applaud, dammit.

People, I’m doing satirical sarcasm. Buy into it or click away. It’s totally your call. I’m willing to go at this internet thing alone.

Oh, yeah my apartment has water. It’s cold, that’s the only problem. Showing signs of life, I can sense lukewarm moisture tunneling through my Culligan shower head.

Here’s the deal… gonna eat supper and check faucet. More text on the horizon.

Bath was providing hot liquid, I did not take. But I had pasta, tuna and muffin with strawberry jelly.

Hey, it’s my buddy Mike Irvin and Kurt Warner who’s representing the Arizona Cardinals in the Super Bowl.

Then there’s this guy…

Gotta run, more later. Great night to be an American in America!

Enjoy THAT.

You got it me friend! Thirty-Six hours in the City of Magic, hanging out with current and former Major League Baseball Players.  

Comedy and golf in front of, and for the likes of…

-Frank Robinson
-Ken Griffey, Jr.
-Head of the Players Union, Donald Fehr
-Dave Winfield
-Eddie Murray
-current Detroit Tiger pitcher Justin Verlander
-Bobby Bonilla
-former Montreal Expo, Steve Rogers
-Bob Dupay, second in line to Commisioner Bud Selig
-Washington Nationals Closer, Joel Hanrahan

-plus Kenny Lofton, Josh Fogg, Russell Branyan, Josh Barfield, AJ Pierzynski, Chris Capuano, David Ross, Jacque Jones and Nick Masset – (who was traded for Griffey from Chicago to Cincinnati)

Now THAT’s pressure.

Chris Spencer, Matt Braunger and myself gave them the show they wanted and deserved.

Chris and Matt made it possible for me to bring it home with 30 minutes of “in your face positive passion big league baseball based insider instinctive comedy” – (write that down 18 times fast! — and yes I know the formatting looks like crap on your monitor via browser, I know)

Followed it up the next morning with 18 holes of golf with Hall of Famer Dave Winfield – (we also shared a Lincoln Town Car to the airport).

FYI, not a Christian event.  In the upcoming collage, Dave and I are certainly not mocking religion like Prince Harry. The sky writing was interesting, we captured the artwork and I’m sure the pilot appreciates it.
 

*click –> Enjoy It! <– to see individual jpegs

Could have taken more photos, but I didn’t. I was there for the real moments, human situations with hardball legends.

Hi, I’m creepy.

Dave was super cool the whole time, very gracious.  No attitude, supportive on the golf course with four nobodies. Eddie Murray was always joking around and a good sport.  He took my gentle jabs with a smile. Frank Robinson was funny, doling out punishment as baseball’s former Dean of Discipline.

Ken Griffey, Jr. was tough, but I broke him.  Had to sweat it out a bit though, Junior has a image to uphold.  Got inside his comfort zone, speaking to him personally, literally over his shoulder, thanks to the cordless mic.  After the show, Griffey came up to me, over my shoulder and returned the favor by saying “Now I’m touching you”.

Trust me, we got laughs.

On behalf of the New York media, I stood up to Bobby Bonilla.  ”Bo Bo” flashed his famous smile and it was all good.  I’ve been to the Bronx!

The young guys were respectful and supportive of my comedy and pitching mechanics.  The game of baseball is in good hands.  Was fun to rib David Ross and Josh Fogg too, easy fodder when greats of the diamond share a banquet tent in Orlando for charity.

Would like to do more of these events, Funny or Die made this one happen.  So thanks to them for recommending me.  I’m like the Don Rickles of baseball comedy, that’s the word on the avenue.

I remember and respect, the old guys appreciate this and the kids learn from it.  This is why I should speak to most Major League baseball teams and every retired alumni.

So yeah, I’m gonna keep throwing, I’ve got Spring Training and The World Baseball Classic to get ready for.

Laughs, long toss, positive energy and post game meals!

I never made eye contact with Donald Fehr.

Yes!  Warm and sunny here in LA, soak in the Vitamin D!

Two sentences, a title and three exclamation points right out of the gate.

This post is ready to roll…

Tonight I take the red eye to Orlando in order to meet up with Letterman alum Matt Braunger and a crew from Funny or Die as we hang out with retired Major League Baseball players for a couple days on the links and in the banquet rooms.

I’ll be back in Hollywood late Saturday evening if you need me.

Monday I’ll be in Silverlake doing a bohemian variety show, why not?

Tuesday, back at UCB hosting the always packed and popular COMEDY DEATH RAY –> not to be missed, can’t TIVO, must watch live.  

Then Thursday the 15th, a stone’s throw from the Rose Bowl, I’ll be doing a spot for Comedy Juice at The Ice House in Pasadena.

That’s a lot of info to digest, and I’m leaving out possible late night spots at The Comedy Store.

Nothing funny here, just notes and boldage.

*image captured via dashboard

*everyone gets credit for this one

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