Hey, did you hear the one about the NASCAR driver and the golf cart?
(....comedians call this a fat pitch because you see the punch-line so well it's easy to mash it over the fences.)
Friday, recent NASCAR Cup winner Jimmy Johnson fell out of a golf cart at a charity golf event and fractured his wrist.
No, this wasn't scripted from Talledega Nights....Jimmy Johnson wasn't Ricky Bobby's stunt double....and Ricky's arch-nemesis Jean Girard wasn't driving the golf cart.....although isn't it amazing that the DVD comes out this Tuesday? If I were the brass at Sony Pictures, I'd have my writers talking to Leno, Letterman, and Stewarts' writers tonight, for Monday night's late night material.
Now that's what marketing calls a fat pitch!
Here's another amazing coincidence: in the movie, Jean Girard is the top French Formula One Driver that challenges Ricky Bobby for NASCAR supremacy. Jimmy Johnson, now that his wrist is broken, cannot attend his next race: The Champions Racing Cup.
Where is that you ask?
Once again the golf cart is going to be the butt of a joke as I have proffered before in a previous post. The golf cart has been and will always be the proverbial straw that stirs the drink.
Thanks for reading. Keep it in the short-grass.