Any fan of the Adam Carolla Show undoubtedly had heard many of the stories told Saturday night at the Pageant, such as Tom Cruise rolling up to Kimmel's on football Sunday in a questionable heterosexual fashion. But the beauty of a Carolla story is that it is delivered as if your childhood friend was relating an anecdotal story for the fortieth time to a new group of strangers at the bar. Let me tell you what this guy did once....
Mike Lynch posted Adam's personal pictures on the slide show, which reinforced the familial feel, and then Adam used the cue to rant. Think Stephen Colbert's the segment "The Word." Now substitute pictures. Now substitute Colbert for Adam, and Adam for your friend. Grandpa Carolla talks about Jimmy, Uncle Sal and his parents as if they are your distant cousins.
Your friend shows you an odd picture that he snapped on his iPhone en route to your house and says, "Take a look at this." That's the show, except the explanation of the picture is superiorly extrapolated to reveal the downfall of society.
With the exception of a touchdown dance, there were not many gestures or moments of comedic pandering. He's too blue collar to use the word showmanship. Instead of a concert seat, you might as well have been sharing an appetizer of toasted raviolis on the Hill, while he bitched about his day and ruminated on the goofiness of toasting a ravioli.
If Adam comes back to St. Louis, I'd tell him, "Pass the marinara and tell me again about the one..." (and then plead for his mercy not to satirize how corny that ending was).