With all the award shows and all their histories, comedy finally got its red carpet in 1987 when George Schlatter produced the first American Comedy Awards at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood. Noteworthy for many reasons, it was the only time I actually attended such a gathering. I did so with my first wife, Kelly. More
Marc’s On Something
Marc’s On Something is a column of commentary on whatever happens to filter through Marc’s radar from week to week. Always something interesting…
A heavily mustachioed promoter of the factory invoice came at me in a golf cart. His name was Manny; his office a shrine to the deal. A picture of Manny eating spaghetti with Dan Marino was framed on his wall. Another of Manny backstage with Bobby Goldsboro was propped on one side of his desk. The photo bookending the other side was Manny at the Yalta Conference … his right arm around Stalin; his left around Churchill. Directly behind him, inside a flashing neon casing, he’d bolted a plaque from the year 1999 advertising the dealership’s salesmen of the month. Beginning in January it chest-thumped: Manny, Manny, Manny, Manny, Twyla, Manny, Manny, Manny, Manny, Manny, Al, Manny. More
When I get on an airplane, there are some things I’d like to know about the pilot before I fly. Like his flight school grades. I think all pilots should be required by the FAA to post their report cards on the cabin door. How do I know my pilot didn’t get a “D” in Take-off, a “D” in Landing and an “A” in Automatic Pilot? That’s a “C” average and his license to say, “This is your Captain speaking.” At the very least I want to review his conduct grades. I’d hate to see a clone of me flying the plane. More
Retired NFL players have joined together in a multi-billion dollar lawsuit against the NFL over the state of their health. Their primary argument is the NFL kept the dangers and implications of football related concussions quiet.
What the hell? Didn’t they sign up for the gig willingly, knowingly, lovingly? The gig: You’re going to start out in high school being the most famous kid on campus. The cheerleaders are yours if you want them; the teachers are yours if you need them. We’ll let you tour America using college campuses as an excuse. More