Every time Comedy Central lights up its grill, I get that special little feeling deep down. Well, not little exactly, but happily average in my expectation for laughter.

It’s roasting time, and we’re being served up hot glazed Saget on a bed of out-of-work comedians with a hint of brilliance in the form of a middle-aged Jew and an ancient WASP.

It’s the Comedy Central roast of Bob Saget. Very unexpected.

Saget is as much the butt of jokes as he is the deliverer of them. He, “America’s Funniest Home Videos,” “Full House” and “TGIF” are the reasons why I considered rooting for the Soviets in the waning years of the Cold War.

Total domination of the evil of communism would have been preferable to the kind of mindless drivel coming out of ABC in the late ’80s. Even his transition from douche bag all-American dad to potty-mouth standup comic did not make me think the guy was entertaining. Successful? Absolutely. No question about it. But then, even Joe Theismann and Idi Amin were successful in their own ways.

So along comes the Comedy Central roast, touting Saget. I know every time a new roast is served, I say it’s the best so far, but the darned things just keep getting funnier.

My judgment of Saget was wrong. Because of the bounty of material, Saget is, in fact, the perfect person to roast. Plus we get John Stamos, the wonder mullet, as the emcee. Granted, he no longer has a mullet, but the taint of his “Full House” ’do will last forever.

In this roast, unlike in a situation comedy, the combination of Stamos and Saget produces endless opportunities for jokes. And by the time you finish watching the lineup of roast masters Comedy Central dredged up, you will have witnessed endless personified.

Jeffrey Ross, Greg Giraldo, Brian Posehn and Jon Lovitz were just a few of the comedians knocking on Saget.

Granted, there was no Andy Dick, but I guess one can’t always have Andy when one wants Andy.

But Norm Macdonald let fly perhaps one of the best non sequitur round of jokes I’ve ever heard. Whereas most comedians on these roasts confuse constant profanity for humor, Norm lit one off on all of them. A little profanity can be funny, but a little more of Norm can make most standup seem unimaginative.

But the boot on my laugh sac became more intense once sweet, innocent Cloris Leachman came out of nowhere and stunned the dais with a set worthy of Lisa Lampanelli. Absolutely brilliant.

Their sets were second to Gilbert Gottfried’s. Gottfried is the kind of funny you get when God created comedy. The man is too funny for words.

My wife took our baby and went for a drive because I kept waking him up. I think I coughed up blood I laughed so hard. And for Bob Saget, no less.