War All The Time

I was back in the game tonight. Don't want to brag but I had a really good set. I think its some of that Red Sox confidence. Let me tell you. Doing well on stage is about confidence. I pretty much do the same jokes every night. When I believe in them, and deliver them as natural as possible, they really work. When I'm feeling crappy they just roll off my mouth. Tonight
I had it.


Afterwords thought it would be a good idea to talk to some ladies. This party of three seemed worth talkin to after the show. Though I need to work on my rap. Take a sample.

Me- u guys have fun?

chicks- yes

Me- cool, so what you guys doing now?

chicks- were going to sleep. we gotta get up for work.

Me- Aww man, the night has just begun.

Chicks- Aww, we gotta go. but you were funny.

Me- Ok, you guys are missing out.

Guess they didnt think so. Bye Bye they went and I need a better rap. I'm a little rusty. I might as well grabbed one of the girls thighs, and then look her in the eye and say, "does that make you feel uncomfrtable?"

Thats a cool, creepy way to get rejected.

I'm in Pleasentville, NY tomorrow. Been there before and nothing is really pleasent in Pleasentville. Not much to do. So I'm bringing my chess board and I'm going to take down the Alien Brain.

MG

Curses are silly

Its just a few days until Halloween. Supposedly a pagan holiday. But actualy a really annoying night where grown adults will dress up in stupid costumes and get really drunk. When you are eight years old, I understand. But not in your twenties. Time to grow up.

I used to get scared as a child around Halloween. That a ghost would come and scare the bajesus out of me. Now I don't believe. And I certainly don't believe in curses. Babe Ruth was a drunk. I don't think in baseball heaven he cares much about the Red Sox failures. More about getting laid.

So for years I followd the Sox and I bought into this curse. That a mysterious force was holding the team back. Now it seems so silly. As annoying as an athlete thanking god after a big win, so is this curse. Curt Schilling pitched great because of his ability, modern medicine and the willingness to take numerous shots. Painkillers are great people, I know.

The Red Sox won because they are a great, balanced team with heart that no how to play right. It was great watching these past few weeks and I'm glad I got to see them finally win it all. It is something me and my family thought we would never see.

They will inspire me to really going after my career and grab things. No more feeling sorry for myself or complaining. Its all up to me.

This is kind of a personal ad I'm about to post. But I'm looking for a chess partner. Thats right, you can be male or female. Female preferbly, but I want to play once a week for a few hours. I miss playing all the time. And I think it will help me with overcoming the biz. I got a few shows tonight and I'll be up there knowing the Red Sox are world champs.

MG

THE IDIOT

The Red Sox are 2 games away from doing the unthinkable. Winning it all. I thought I would never live to see the day. And out of all the great teams who have failed, who knew it would be the self proclaimed "idiots."

I'll tell you why the mantra of "just a bunch of idiots," works. The fans are so tight ass and are waiting for the shoe to drop. There is so much pressure on the team everyyear that its almost impossible to win. How can 25 baseball players with average intelligence bring joy to a whole region of baseball fans? Well if they think about that, they will be overwhelmed. So why not take all the pressure off them. By calling themselves idiots, it allows them to make dumb mistakes and move on. This way there will be no crazy turning point; i.e Buckner ball, Dent homerun or even the mad dash home.

So when Manny Ramirez drops a flyball and the game is tied, the team doesn't say, this World Series forever turned on the ball Manny dropped. No, the attitude is, he is an idiot and we don't care. We will get them next inning. And game 1 they did just that.

I'm going to back in Pleasentville, Friday night. I had a great time in June. There was this table of ten married ladies out for a night without their husbands. A couple of the male comics decided to try to hit on them after the show. Its like, "dude, their married."

So I split on the train because I didn't care about housewife Mary, and of course no one scored. I have a good sense if a chick wants a hook up after a show. And when they tell you they are married its out of the question. I do love trains though. And the ride was quite peaceful alone. Thats all I remember about Pleasentville. Oh and they have a Pizza Hut.

Ok, more news on the documentary to come.

MG