- Wandering through the jam-packed Save-on-Foods Memorial Centre before legendary comedian Jerry Seinfeld performed tonight was a surreal experience: as I pondered whether or not to buy a beverage to enjoy with the show, I stumbled into a tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt; another, with zany hair; another, wearing ill-fitting clothes. No one was trying to look outrageous, rather, it was the result of getting thousands of people who grew up watching Seinfeld in one room together. The subconscious impact of growing up with the characters in that show was extremely obvious taking one look around that line.
- And it was me, too, as I stumbled into the other Kramers and grumbled, Costanza-like, about the price of beer to no one in particular. Chuckling, I wondered how much we informed Jerry or how much Jerry informed us, really.
- I’ve only ever seen a few stand-up comedians perform in my life, and I’m very happy to be able to say that Jerry Seinfeld was one of them. Throughout his 90-minute set he had the place in hysterics, in tears. His material was 100 percent exactly like we had all hoped it would be, and, somehow, his observations on the minute details in life have yet to get pandering or obvious and still remain hilarious.
- He made fun of the arena’s name (“…named after a drug store, or whatever the hell it is”), Victorians’ obsession with coffee, and–one thing that has changed in his act over the years–his own forays into married life and fatherhood. He made it all work and proved that in some way his is one of the most admirable jobs out there: for 90 minutes, he made an arena full of people cry with joy, feel thankful that someone else understands the little things, and, of course, feel warm with nostalgia.
- As everyone staggered out of the arena, there wasn’t a dour face to be found, as Seinfeld had done his job, and even though he only made one quick reference to his old television show, it was obvious looking around that we were all George, we were all Kramer, we were all Elaine. We were all Jerry.