Funny Ed Werder story

I guess the joke is supposed to be Werder doing his reporting from a golf course?

 

But then which part is the punch line?

 

Why is it that everyone seems to think of Hattiesburg, Miss., as this rustic little burg stuck out in the middle of nowhere?

It's actually a good-sized city of 55,000 just in the city limits, another 20-25,000 in the immediate outlying areas, and probably 75-80,000 in the surrounding counties.

Hattiesburg sits at the intersection of three major four-lane highways, Amtrak runs right through downtown and there's even a small airport nearby.

You can drive from there to New Orleans in under 2 hours; it's 4 1/2 hours to Memphis, 6 hours to Nashville, and 7 to Houston and Atlanta. Whatever you can say about it, it's not remote.

Sorry, but this is a real sore subject with me. Hattiesburg may not be New York or L.A., but it ain't Mayberry, either.

 

WTF does that mean?

 

Until it takes down the Confederate flag flying over gvt buildings it still is Mayberry.

 

That he's reporting from a golf course instead of Favre's home, or a football field, or a hotel room?

 

But does it have a monorail?

 

it's more like mount pilot than mayberry.

 

It put Ogdenville and North Haverbrook on the map.

 

Ed Werder probably lives in a third-tier Dallas suburb bigger than Hattiesburg (pop. 48,012).

http://quickfacts.census.gov/qfd/states/28/2831020.html

 

Bus Cook: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth like a genuine, bonafide, electrified, six-car monorail! What'd I say?

Chris Mortensen: Monorail!

Lyle Lanley: What's it called?

Adam Schefter & Don Banks: Monorail!

Bus Cook: That's right! Monorail!

[crowd chants `Monorail' softly and rhythmically]

Andrea Kremer: I hear those things are awfully loud...

Bus Cook: It glides as softly as a cloud.

John Madden: Is there a chance the track could bend?

Bus Cook: Not on your life, my plane-fearing friend.

Ed Werder: What about us brain-dead slobs?

Bus Cook: You'll all be given cushy jobs.

Al Michaels: Were you sent here by the devil?

Bus Cook: No, good sir, I'm on the level.

Peter King: The ring came off my pudding can.

Bus Cook: Take my pen knife, my good man. I swear it's Hattiesburg's only choice...Throw up your hands and raise your voice!

All: [singing] Monorail!

Bus Cook: What's it called?

All: Monorail!

Bus Cook: Once again...

All: Monorail!

Suzy Kolber: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken...

Joe Namath: Sorry, hon, the mob has spoken!

All: [singing] Monorail! Monorail! Monorail!

[big finish]

Monorail!

Terry Bradshaw: Mono...D'oh!