In a true reversal of roles, on Wednesday night my comedian pal Patrick Janssen hosted the weekly show at The Wardell in Phillipsburg (I usually host the show) and I shouted on stage and talked about sports. (Pat usually shouts on stage and talks about sports)
If Bill Tickle was there to hear me shout “COME ON, DEL ZOTTO, GET THE PUCK TO GABORIK” in the middle of joke, I’m pretty sure he would have cried. (He usually doesn’t hear me talk about sports, is a Rangers fan, and I imagine he cries sometimes when he’s proud of his kids.)
As everyone expected, Janssen did a great job as host. Far superior to me, which isn’t surprising, as I don’t really think I’m a great emcee. I’m am too calm to bring the energy most emcees produce. Largely because I think anyone who says “How are we doing tonight? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” is an idiot. I don’t naturally have that kind of persona and while I could fake it I don’t want to come across as, well, fake. That said, I have every intention of continuing to host the show at The Wardell because whether I think I’m great at it or not, it affords me the chance to do whatever I want on stage. But it’s nice to know how easily replaceable I am.