“WHO KNEW A GOLF CLUB COULD SAVE AN ENTIRE SHOW?”
Jerry Reed had that mischievous sparkle in his eyes — the one that warned everyone he was up to something. But even for him, this was pushing it. It was a big night, a packed auditorium, cameras rolling, fans buzzing. Backstage, guitars were tuned, cables coiled, the air tight with the kind of nervous excitement only a live show can bring.
And Jerry?
He strolled in like he had all the time in the world… holding a golf club.
The manager nearly dropped his clipboard.
“Jerry, tell me you’re joking.”
But Jerry just grinned — that boyish, trouble-starting grin — and twirled the club like it was a Martin D-28. “Well,” he said, “I figured I’d try something new tonight.”
He walked onto that stage with the swagger of a man who knew exactly how to turn panic into entertainment. The audience erupted before he even reached the mic. Some people stood up just to get a better look, laughing at the way he tucked the club under his arm like a guitar strap that wasn’t there.
The lights warmed. The band waited for a cue. Everyone wondered what wild thing he’d do next — because when Jerry Reed looked like that, anything was possible.
Then, right on beat, a real guitar slid out from backstage like a gift from the comedy gods. Jerry caught it one-handed without missing a step. Smooth, perfect timing. The whole room roared.
He leaned into the microphone, lifted the golf club high, and said with a slow Southern drawl,
“Relax… I’m not talented enough to play this thing with a golf club.”
The laughter rolled through the room like a wave. People wiped tears from their eyes. Even the band was doubled over. And then — just when the crowd thought the joke was over — Jerry kicked into the unmistakable opening of “East Bound and Down.”
That was Jerry Reed: chaos, charm, and pure music wrapped into one moment.
A man who could walk onstage one wrong move away from disaster…
and somehow turn it into the funniest, warmest two minutes anyone had ever seen.
And all because he forgot his guitar — or maybe, knowing Jerry,
he planned it that way.
