Sunday, October 12, 2003



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8:33 AM<br> 
Here's a good way to get fired from a comedy club in the South. I walked into the club last night, grabbed a beer and went to the TVs in the bar area. The NASCAR race was on both and there were 2 other guys standing there. <br /><br />"Sorry Jimmy Johnson (the driver shown in the lead at the time)," I mumbled to myself. "It's time for Cubs baseball!" And then, without even as much asking if they minded, I changed the channel but was unable to find the game. <br /><br />"I thought I was watching that," said one of the guys. <br /><br />"Sorry," I said. "I was just trying to find the ballgame." <br /><br />"Well you must be Scott," said the same guy. "My name is Mike Smith. I own this club." <br /><br />Not only had I turned off NASCASR in favor of baseball, but I did it in front of the owner. Timing is everything. So is being fuckin' rude!
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