I can't look at Tracy Morgan without laughing.

You can have your Will Ferrell, your Mike Myers, your Chris Rock; every time Tracy Morgan opens his mouth, something funny comes out, and I lose it. He might not have broken out of Saturday Night Live quite like some of his contemporaries, and his new sitcom might be plagued by bad writing and an uneven cast, but despite all that, Tracy Morgan might just be the funniest man on the planet. And Saturday night, he was here.

After a very cold crowd poured into a very regal looking Bryce Jordan Center (complete with much-needed video screens), it very quickly became clear that any obstacles between the sold-out audience and the man they came to see would be met with hostility.

As State College-born Scott Bruce started in with his emcee duties, his tired act was met with quite a few stray boos. Nothing, however, could've prepared Da Vinci's Notebook for the reception it was about to receive.

Coming off not unlike a doo-wop Barenaked Ladies (that's not a compliment), whoever it was who thought the incredibly lame DaVinci's Notebook was a good match for Tracy Morgan must be a MADtv fan (also not a compliment). The group unsuccessfully lampooned such topics as Internet porn, folk singers, sea shanties and Klingons, as the crowd grew more and more restless.

At a few points, it seemed like at least half the audience was yelling for them to stop, and the only reason the other half wasn't joining in had something to do with being polite. After a conga line and an incredibly obvious boy-band parody, they finally left the stage. People seemed happy to see them go. I know I was.

A quick intermission later, Morgan's touring partner and former track-and-field Olympian McClinton Neal emerged with a brief set that provided the first legitimately funny moments of the night.

Discussing the perils of dating over 30, Neal got some genuine laughs with his self-deprecating humor, and the crowd seemed glad to finally get what they paid for. Neal wasn't great, but he was plenty funny and provided the warm-up everybody needed.

When Tracy Morgan finally hit the stage, the place erupted. And he did not disappoint.

In between fits of uncontrollable laughter and a lot of jaw-dropping, it was pretty much impossible for me to take notes; and it didn't help one bit that Morgan stuck at least a couple unpublishable profanities into every sentence. Onstage, Morgan's famously goofy persona gave way to a humor that was a little more, shall we say, adult (especially for a man with a very tame television show), but no less funny.

Those in attendance expecting a re-creation of Morgan's silly "Brian Fellow" SNL sketch might have initially been shocked to see him being unflinchingly raunchy, but judging by the crowd's reaction, I doubt anyone cared. The man was hilarious.

"I know what love is, though," Morgan said after at least an hour of extremely suggestive humor. "I don't want you to think I'm just some perverted dude up here talking about sex."

Then he giggled and went on, explaining the benefits of dating a girl with a colostomy bag. A little off-color, perhaps, but the crowd loved it. Despite a couple of very incongruous openers, for $5 admission, there wasn't a better place to spend the first part of a Saturday night. Let's hope more stuff like Tracy gets itself here in the near future.