I sincerely apologize to those of you who where disappointed that the words “Tracy Morgan” weren’t followed by a picture of his gorgeous stretchmark-kissed bowling ball gut, but I’m afraid I might have eaten some bad yogurt this morning and my stomach is a basic bitch who can’t handle high levels of visual glamour.
After doctors upgraded his condition earlier this week from “critical” to “fair”, Tracy Morgan’s rep (Kenneth Parcell) has told E! that he’s been transferred to an undisclosed rehab facility, where he’ll continue to recover from the injuries he sustained during the deadly bus crash on the New Jersey Turnpike two weeks ago. His rep says that he’s continuing to show signs of improvement, but still has a long way to go.
I’ll be honest, when the news first broke about Tracy Morgan and I saw the pictures of the bus crash, my mind went to a dark-ass place; I was sure I’d soon be seeing Grizz and Dot Com exiting a sad strip club memorial service as a bagpiper played a solemn rendition of Werewolf Bar Mitzvah. But it looks like he’s going to be ok after all. Tracy must have a guardian angel watching his ass from heaven or something; maybe God is a big Brian Fellow fan.