rubinville

Third blogger here we come. So, I play basketball in the Urban Professional League here in Manhattan. I'm not a professional by any definition of the word, but they still let me play which is nice. Last night, my team, which was 3-7 coming into the game, decided to play spoiler for the 6-4 team that we were playing. I had probably the best game I've ever played, aroiund 40 points, and we won by five. The only thing I love more than comedy is basketball, and when I was a kid I would tell people I was going to be a professional basketball player. In turn, they would laugh, and that is how I become a comedian. I mention this basketball thing cuz late in the game I had a breakaway layup and some dude inentionally closelined me. Now, I'm not much of a fighter (I don't want to mangle up my comedy hands), but when I got up I just decked the guy into the wall. Then, before I knew it, every player on the court was in on the melee (is that how you spell it?), and technicals were being thrown all over the place. I'd like to take this time to give mad propps to my teammate Dan, better known as DL, for the awesome camel clutch that he gave to the guy who clotheslined me, it would've made the Iron Sheik proud. Mad propps DL, mad propps.

I've got a show tonight at Gramercy Comedy Club where I'll be doing 20 minutes. Anyone know a good joke? I really don;t get how I see most comics go up night after night and do the same set. I literally have never done the same set twice, how freakin boring is that? I wrote freakin there instead of fuckin' because industry people don't like you to say fuck to much. Actually fuck them. I've never even met them. Come to think of it, I don't even know that the industry even exists. Either way, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em.

War should be kicking in any day now. I bought two rolls of duct tape today, one for the plastic sheets and one to tape up the mouths of whoever I'm stuck in the room with.