Known as one of the hardest working comics behind the microphone, PJ brings everything to the stage at every show. He truly leaves it all on the stage for his audience. His combination of insightful writing, quick wit, boundless energy and physicality make him an outstanding performer in any comedy venue.
TO ALL THE DADS I KNOW:
I’ve yet to become a father. Hopefully I’ll come across the other half of that equation one day. I do have a few fine examples of great Dad’s in my life. I could not ask for better brother in laws than the three I have. Matt, Tom & Tom (Yes… we have Tom Tom’s) treat and care for my sisters in the very way any brother could wish for the most important gals in his life. I cherish being an Uncle. Brings me so much joy. Which is easy because they all are raising great kids.
Then I have my close friends… the guys whose wee ones and not so wee anymore ones call me “Uncle Peej”. I’ve watched my friends from High School, the Navy, extended family and through out my comedy career shine as Fathers. In my world I’ve been very fortunate to witness responsible, caring, loving & honest gentlemen who work very hard for their families.
All these men in my life are not just great brother in laws, friends, service members and comedians. They are truly amazing Dad’s. I sit back in exhaustion when I witness them in action. Seriously I always say to myself “I don’t know how they do it? I’m wiped out and I get to leave?’ They don’t… in a world where we way to often celebrate bad behavior these men are a shining examples of the opposite. I’m privileged to have them all in my life.
Of course there is my own father. That one is simple. When anyone asks me who my hero is I always reply my father. A hero can be defined not only by one single act of courage but a lifetime of influence. All the dads I know fall into this same category. No one has influenced me more then my father. He came from an island to this country with nothing and has given our family so much blood & sweat. My Dad never gets the proper thanks because it doesn’t exist in the Irish communication realm. But I’m also an artsy American… so… I love you Dad. If I can accomplish a tenth of what you have for our family I’d consider myself a fine man.
I try to be mindful, thankful & honor the courageous men and woman who made the ultimate sacrifice for the country they love daily. I cannot expect anyone who has not experienced service to our country to fully understand it. Why at 42 years of age I still wear a Navy t-shirt to the gym, pack a bag to travel across the world in an attempt to make my present day brothers and sisters smile, light up like a child on Christmas morning when I meet or see one back home safe. The willingness to put your life before each and every other fellow country member is a misunderstood act at times. Tarnished by many of the very freedoms a Soldier, Sailor, Air Men/Woman and Marine hold in great value. Standing side by side in a small room in all corners of our beautiful country solemnly swearing to support an oath is about putting others ahead of you. Individuals standing to your left or right, who taught you back home, who wrote your favorite book, who held your legs for a keg stand or beat your home team… it’s about you reading this. Some of those who made that oath did not make it back. Today we are mindful, thankful & honor them. PJ
Please Vote, Sound Off & We’ll Accept A Gallery Showing – EVERY YEAR my family gets together for the holiday and at some point fight like caged animals over who REALLY has the best Christmas plate made in kindergarten. THIS IS SERIOUS BUISNESS! – Is it Colleen the oldest with her *Pissed Off Purple Pilgrim Sweeping Snowman with a Chain-link Tree & Urineballs. Or Tara the 2nd oldest and her *Carrot Rocket-ship House Rained on by Pretzels & Smaller Urineballs. Possibly Patrick the only boy and loved the most by their Mommy and Daddy for considerately including them in his *Dyslexic Werry Chr i Stma s 1978 Pretty Damn AMAZING Christmas Tree. Just maybe the baby Cathy with her *1984 Christmas Present Jenga Tree with Hearts, Blood Splatter, even smaller Unrinballs, a Red Something? and dare I say Witch flying around… Yes… A WITCH. Werry Chr i Stma s Everyone! Peej
The debate always ends when the next generation plate by my niece gets broken out. It’s a game ender with her “2007 Mary Of Nazareth Tossing A Caterpillar Baby Jesus Over The Manger While The Sun Beams Down”. GAME OVER! Winner Briggy!
THE RESULTS!
WELL WELL… after all the votes… turns out the winner is (Drum Roll)…. PATRICK! Patricks plate was so popular in 1978 is spawned “imitations”. Like Rich Scampoli’s valid attempt to capture the awesomeness of his classmate’s tree while sitting next to him in art because his last name ended in a “W” and his own “S”. Although similar in style Ricky’s tree clearly would not match the sheer size and girth of the young Irishman Patrick’s. It also clearly lacked a couple presents to cradled underneath. You might ask… is this one long Penis & testacies joke 25 years in the making… you betcha! Coming in a very surprising second place is… The baby Cathy! The people embraced Cak, Cak’s Picasso all fall holiday plate! Colleen’s Purple plate held the 3rd place spot. Overconfident like the Russian Ivan Drago is Rocky V it fell from grace. Taking in the last spot is Tara who God bestowed 4 boys in response to creating a carrot house. The people have spoken! They let the world know… they want a Werry Chr i Stma s! WINNER! PATRICK!
