Some of my old friends would argue that the greatest chase scene ever in a comedy production occurred the day before my wedding. We were chasing a car up Mass. Avenue in DC, when the '83 Chevy Impala I was driving skipped across a stretch of mottled pavement, got sideways and plowed into a 100 year old tree at some unknown, but ungodly, speed.
I had a terrible time reciting my vows with my rib cage so tightly wrapped and my head all swollen up.
I'm sure the photos of that mess will show up at my retirement roast.
