It was the most bizarre thing.
An hour before he was riffing on stage like he owned it.
But now he was frozen like a deer, following the GOAT around.
This part of the show was unscripted and Rogan was unprepared.
Standing up there next to Dave Chappelle he looked like a tired kid at Disneyland needing to be carried.
He was out of lines, but worse, he was out of confidence.
While Chappelle, who’d just delivered a crushing set, was on fire, in his zone, freestyling, lighting up the stadium.
Seeing the whites of his eyes
It was pretty awkward, I have to say.
I felt so much for the guy.
He’s obviously a highly accomplished performer.
An hour earlier he’d captivated the huge crowd, but now he was pottering around unable to even blurt out a line, let alone a funny one.
It was difficult to watch, and from our front row seats a little too close for comfort.
You could see the bulging whites of his eyes.
Feel the trepidation in his body along with the awkward silence his words were supposed to fill.
Watching his frozen body, I could “hear” the gears stuck in his head.