What do you get when you mix a wimpy giant with a razor sharp smart-aleck?
You have the makings for a comedy show at Goonie’s Comedy Club this weekend.
At 6-feet-7 and 350 pounds, Mark Poolos says he’s “technically a giant.” The irony is that Poolos is a self-professed weenie.
“There’s always some guy in the bar who wants to fight me just because I’m the big guy in the bar,” he said. “Like I’m some kind of idiot trophy. But I’m very weak. I’m a scaredy-cat. I hate clowns and spiders. God forbid a clown spider would show up, I would die. If you see me out there and I’m in trouble, I need help, OK?”
Poolos, a touring comedian, or “road dog,” has been making his car his second home for 15 years.
“The only thing I have ever wanted for a career is to be a road comic,” he said. “When I was a kid, I thought that was the coolest thing you could be.”
His early material was fashioned around being a partying, bachelor comedian. His material began to evolve when he fell in love some years ago and got worried about what his new love interest would say about his material.
It all worked out, and he married the girl and now has a 2-year-old daughter and another baby on the way.
“I feel sorry for my daughter when she comes in one day and says ‘Daddy, there’s a spider in my closet,'” he said. “I’ll be like” — he screams — “Let’s get the hell out of here! I don’t do monsters. Let’s get Mommy.”
Opener Jeff Horste, a Michigan comedian, said, “My biggest influences in comedy are Dave Chappelle, Bill Hicks and George Carlin, even before I even wanted to be a comic.” He describes his style as “I do more short stories, I guess. Observational short stories.”
Horste is compassionate in his own way. “Some people like to go hunting and they call it a sport. If hunting is a sport, it’s rigged. The human always wins. They have a gun and the unarmed deer doesn’t even know he’s playing. It’s the equivalent of me breaking into your home, waiting for you to open the fridge and then I punch you in the face and call that boxing.”