Last night I made my official return to the Boston comedy scene. I didn't even know it, but my go to place: The Tavern at the End of the World was holding a tournament. This four week “shit fest,” which is going to be held at the end of every month, is exactly what I needed to help motivate me. The winner of this 30 entrant tournament will receive a paid opening spot at a comedy club in the city. Round one was yesterday and I’ll find out if I officially passed through by tomorrow night. I’m not expecting to win, but I want to see how far I can go. To say the least, my set last night was quite good. I was completely nervous, more so than I had ever been. They had judges, of course. They trashed the 8 guys who went on before me, but basically gushed over my set. I personally think I sucked. I was so noticeably nervous, you could tell in my voice. Here’s my full set, tell me what you think:

“Hey how about that tiger woods? He really hit himself into a sand trap, huh?,” then I did five minutes of funny faces, and then I referenced two movies that are about 15 years old.

Pure Gold! Of course, I’m kidding, that wasn't my set. Being funny on stage is different from being funny in everyday life. These people don’t like you and they don’t care about you. You have to make them.

I don't have a shot at winning, but I could make it to week three.