There was breaking news out of TD Banknorth Garden this Saturday night: Dane Cook apologizes. He does not apologize for the ever-present and annoying "There's only one October" commercials, or for the string of underwhelming films he made, starting with Employee of the Month and ending with Good Luck Chuck. No, he apologizes to the partygoers of the world who have left a given shindig only to find that ... someone s- on the coats. For anyone who has found s- on or near the vicinity of the coat area, Cook shares the blame for that unfortunate discovery. And for those of you whose coat was s- on? Well, your reply to Dane Cook is probably best said by Timbaland and One Republic: "It's too late to apologize."
The aforementioned apology is, of course, in reference to one of Cook's famous sketches. Cook added to his repertoire of hilarity last Saturday night while he performed in front of a packed house at TD Banknorth Garden - some 20,000 people. He performed a whole new set of jokes, occasionally alluding to the past jokes that made him famous, such as "The BK Lounge," and the "Parking Structure." The new set, however, included a few gems that will inevitably become Cook classics.
The comedian set the tone for the night when he came out in a Red Sox jersey, which he took off to reveal a Celtics jersey, which he took off to reveal a New England Patriots shirt. Thankfully that is where the undressing stopped, because seeing any more of Cook's Boston pride may have been a bit too much for this girl to handle. However, the crowd clearly loved the homage to the jokester's Beantown roots, as it broke into a deafening roar. One would wonder exactly what he does to rally crowds in other cities, since this tactic was about all he needed to grab this audience's full attention.
After the undressing stopped, Cook took his captive audience into a world where commonplace actions and problems are the source of utter amusement. He started with a quip about the holiday season - how mothers turn from angelic creatures in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving to demons born straight from hell on the morning of the delicious holiday, banging pans around at 5 a.m. and screaming at their godforsaken family.