BTW, I’m Iron Balls McGinty.
My favorite was in “Something to Talk About” when Kyra Sedgwick quietly and presumably considerately lets the cheating Dennis Quaid into the house and sucker-knees him. It was just so subtle and sophisticated.
This happened last night on Supernanny. The screaming, kicking three year old daughter got daddy right where it hurts. Daddy went down for the count, and Jo the Supernanny gave the kid whatfor: You don’t ever kick your father in that place again.
One time when I was a kid I was standing on the crossbar to a swing set and slipped…
Ouchy.
(editing mine)
:eek: You *are * a manly man.
Soooo…if I kick a guy in the nads, then point off in the distance, that makes it all right? I don’t think so.
I maintain that playground seesaws are the scourge of male childhood.
Everyone in the video was laughing. Why don’t you have a sense of humor?
Yes, I’m quite sure it’s all set up, what with the kids and the legal problems. Plus, you must wear a bright red clown wig for it to be all right. Or have Bob Saget narrate.
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You were trying to rape or murder her? :eek:[/QUOTE
You know women, yap, yap, yap… well, I found the “Off” button.
Maybe it’s just me, but that video gets funnier if the kickee pulls out a baseball bat then beats clown-wig guy’s head in.
But then, I don’t really like clowns.
What?
From Chris Bliss’s Web site, his essay on standup comedy techniques:
Worst incident I ever saw was at a Major League Baseball game. I think it was in 1993 or '94, but I can’t remember for sure. A coworker had a pair of box seat tickets to see the Seattle Mariners play the Kansas City Royals in the Kingdome. Our seats were directly behind home plate, a mere three rows back, so the view was great.
The Mariners were batting. I don’t remember who was pitching for KC, but he fired his pitch, and the catcher somehow missed it … and the ball took the umpire right in the crotch. There was instant silence in the Kingdome, and then you could hear this collective sympathy groan from the 20,000 fans in the seats. The umpire did this slow crumple to the ground and curled up into a fetal position, while everybody gathered around him and the trainers came running out to attend to him. The game was put on hold for about 20 minutes. You might call it a “pain delay” 
To his credit, the ump eventually got up and the game resumed with him behind the plate. All I could think was that it could have been much, much worse. The Royals could have been batting, and Randy Johnson was pitching for the Mariners that day.
:eek: I’m probably reading that too literally, so I’m not sure what you’re describing, but it doesn’t sound like much fun.
Once it’s happened to you, it’s not funny anymore. I took a racketball to the crotch once. Yep. There’s a reason they tell you to never turn around. Curled me up like a dead tarantula. Rushing sound in the ears. Spots before the eyes.
Exactly! Sometimes the bitch is asking for it, you know?
She was describing an accident. You are describing a deliberate act. I just hope you’re not the guy at the police station sending abusive husbands back home.
(For the record, I was describing cramps, minus the backaches, nausea, upset stomach, etc.)
From **The Longest Yard ** (the original, anyway, with Burt Reynolds)? In any event, there was definitely a football thrown deliberately into one of the prison guard’s crotch.
Whoever took that pass for the close-up shot can be proud… that’s stunt work! :eek:
Nope, that old classic Hans Moleman Productions Presents: Man Getting Hit by Football. The Longest Yard may have had heart, but Football in the Groin had a football in the groin.
I was particular fond of George C. Scott’s starring role in the remake of this movie.
GCS: “Aargh! My groin!”
I don’t remember seeing one on film before Butch and Sundance in 1969 and that one was done with comedic effect. (1-2-3 GO!) I seem to recall that sledgehammer from my 42nd birthday. That’s what happens when you let your fiance and your sixteen year old future stepson pick our your birthday movies – Palerider and Thunderdome in 1985, I think.
But your typo was not to be missed anyway.
My wife’s gynecologist was giving her a pelvic exam, and he got to the part where he palpated her ovaries, and I could tell it was pretty uncomfortable because she was trying to crush my hand into powder. All of a sudden I see the doctor’s arm jerk a bit, and KABLAM, this white-hot pain shoots through my hand as my wife gasps and her gripping strength goes up by several orders of magnitude for a second. The doctor looked at her and said “Yeah, I know, this can be pretty unpleasant. Now you know what it feels like when your husband gets hit in the testicles. The ovaries are just as sensitive, you just don’t usually notice because they’re better protected.”
For some reason, I really don’t like that guy…