Told you I’d get it up today. Finally! After 5 weeks, here are our scores (It includes the pool physical challenge but not the tank top one). Teams in Yellow would be eligible for bonus prize, teams in light green would earn an invite, and teams in blue are on the outside looking in. There are only two more weeks left! But worry not. There are plenty of more chances to get in the game. For one thing, there is a physical challenge posted now that could quickly earn your team 5 points. Basically, you just need to get a couple of physical challenges done and finish Top 3 in a couple more quizzes and you’ll be good to go. The Big Event will take place on August 12th. Details coming soon.

Here’s a few things on the web from me and some of our internet friends.

Here’s my latest in Philly Mag, where I talk to some local comedians about how they handle hecklers, and what they thought about the Daniel Tosh incident.

Timaree had quite a few things to write about Tosh on her always entertaining Sex with Timaree blog. I don’t agree with all of them, but they definitely opened my eyes to a lot of angles to this story I had not considered before.

In sports, I wrote a pretty cool piece about Frank “Home Run” Baker’s holdout in 1915, and how that 1915 A’s team compares to this year’s Phils. And here’s some very cool Shibe Park stuff, including a By Saam radio call of Dick Allen’s first game back at the Shibe. You think Phillie fans booed Jayson Werth? You should hear them go to town on Allen.

D-Mac had an entertaining piece in the Post this week about t-shirts on the Wildwood boardwalk.

 

 

 

I met Pat (in Stones shirt) when I first started dabbling in comedy in 2003. Very funny guy. Here he tells the story of a time when he had to take on the most intimidating guy in the room while doing comedy. Pretty brilliant way to disarm a tough guy.

Years ago, I was on a show at The Crazy Frog Saloon in Pottstown. There was this guy there who was relentlessly heckling every comic who came up. And this guy was scary. He was an ogre of a man with a long ponytail and a celtic cross tattoo that covered his whole face. He looked like an extra from Braveheart.

Finally it was my turn to take the stage and of course this guy started right in before I even had chance to start. I decided the only chance I had was to strike fast and strike hard. So I took the mic and immediately said “Surprise, surpise, the guy with the tattoo on his face is starved for attention!” The crowd roared and I didn’t hear another peep from him for the duration of my set.

But after the show he came up to me at the bar looking like he was ready to tear me limb from pudgy limb. Just when I thought it was curtains for me, he laughed, slapped me on the back and bought me a shot. I guess he liked my spunk.

Later I was talking to some friends from the area who had come out to see me and they told me they were concerned for my safety after I went at this guy, because he had supposedly been arrested the previous week for assaulting a Walmart cashier. If I hadn’t earned his respect things may have gone much differently.