"There are no second acts in American lives," declared F. Scott Fitzgerald, who didn't stick around for confirmation because he drank himself to death at 44. How might Fitzgerald have rated Jerry Seinfeld? After riding into the sunset in 1998, his saddle bags bulging with syndication dollars, the comedian married, had a few kids, and took his damn sweet time returning to the spotlight. And while he hasn't exactly suffered the Seinfeld curse, neither Bee Movie nor The Marriage Ref set the world ablaze. There may be one place, though, where he still brings his 'A' game: the stage. Can a suit-and-tie-clad 56-year-old be as funny as a 40-year-old in custom Nikes and a puffy shirt? Find out at 7 p.m., when the man brings his second act to the Midland (1228 Main, 816-283-9900). The performance is sold out, but sidewalks are usually lined with reputable dealers and tickets priced to move.— Brent Shepherd Thu., Oct. 21, 7 p.m., 2010
