On Steven Adams’ Balls … And the Endless Man-Woman Debate on Pain in the Privates


Nothing on Earth more painful…

This blog has choice about entering the discussion on Steven Adam’s balls.

First off, let me stress that while Steven and I both have New Zealand citizenship, and both have made *major contributions to the game of basketball world, this blog has no direct relationship with, or knowledge of, Steven’s balls.

Every guy of the male persuasion, with the possible exception of Obama, has an intimate relationship with his family jewels.

And we have immense compassion for a brother when he “takes one in the cods for the team,” as did our Steven in Game 3.

There is no greater pain or sacrifice on the face of the Earth, as we personally experienced many times on Nebraska Street and at Owens Stadium.

This blog is well aware that millions of women readers are at this very moment discharging their pink tasers.

And that they will go on and on and on about the unbelievable amount of excruciating pain caused by childbirth.

Yadda yadda yadda childbirth

We have heard that 10 billion times before.

But this blog is all about accuracy and courage and, at lease for today, testicles.

To prove, right here and now, once and forever, that getting kicked, whacked or hammered right in jewel box hurts WAY more than having a baby.

We offer the following indisputable scientific evidence that not even NBA Commissioner Adam Silver or the morons on the U.S. Supreme Court could ignore.

  1. Lady parts that are involved in having babies were, and this is important, MADE BY THE CREATOR to stretch way out of **shape, shoot out a baby, and eventually return to their original shape.
  2. A man’s  reciprocal baby-making parts, also made by the Creator, do not have the same level of elasticity. Worse, they are just dangling. Out there for everyone to see, especially in Target bathrooms.
  3. When women have babies, there is a “warm-up” labor period where there level of pain slowly increases over perhaps 8-24 hours.  All kinds of naturally occurring opiates are helping the woman during this time, as it fatigue and hurling vile oaths at the husband.
  4. Conversely, when a man’s personals take a direct hit, the pain level, in a microsecond, goes from zero (e.g. no pain at all, just hanging out, being cool, and thinking about girls) to MORE PAIN IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE, WORSE THAN WHEN A STAR GOES SUPER NOVA AND EXPLODES WITH THE FORCE OF 100-GAZILLION-HIJILLION NUCLEAR BOMBS, BEFORE COLLAPSING INTO A BLACK HOLE.
  5. And, finally, as Exhibit BB, we present the bruised balls of the poor Big Kiwi as our indisputable final piece of evidence in this debate about whose private parts hurt the worst when they are throbbing and in the in the news.

Let us elaborate on point 5.

After three years of watching Steven Adams play center for the OKC Thunder, we are all well aware that he is a beast.

You may recall earlier this season when Steven suffered a nasty chest gash after taking an elbow, which required numerous stitches to stop the bleeding.  Steven proudly showed the gash to reporters in the locker room and laughed: “That should give me some street cred.”

No Pain

And yet in Game 3, Steven Adams, perhaps the closest thing we have today to an actual caveman, or possibly a Uruk-Hai, went down like he had been shot with a buffalo gun when the evil ***Draymond Green intentionally kicked him in his Thunder Balls.

The Big Kiwi, oblivious to any pain the NBA has to date dished out, was in absolute guy agony, curled up on the floor of the Chesapeake Energy Arena.

His eye rolled up in his head.

He did NOT MOVE A MUSCLE for several minutes.

His total focus, speaking as a guy who has been there, was trying with all his manly might not to cry on ESPN.

Or hurl.

After several agonizing minutes, and live “play-by-play”, Steven was only able to limp to the bench with the assistance of numerous teammates and medical professionals.

While, we cannot technically prove it, we would bet our house that if Steven Adams had had a baby in Game three — instead of taking a flagrant nut shot — he would have been down for less than 60 seconds.

As soon as the bambino had been bundled up, Steven would have been back hitting the boards.

We hope this quantum of evidence puts this age-old argument to rest about whether men or women suffer most when their privates are a) kicked by an ugly 6-7 NBA power forward or b) by a sweet little 8-pound baby.


*Winning the NHS intramural championships, for example

**Yes, we will be sleeping on the couch for A Very Long Time

***He should be shot at dawn. After Steven gets two free kicks to his Golden State Gonads


Wet, Cold and Afraid


The stray Mr. Biggles

The all-grown-up musician son rings at 12.30 a.m.

Which, despite him being all grown up, always makes Dad’s heart miss a beat.

“Dad, there’s this little white dog running around in the street in the rainstorm by the Watercare plant. He has a collar on. What do you think I should do?”

Father and son over the years have had many conversations like this. Pretty much always, we agree that “something has to be done”.

And, usually, we end up doing it, because ain’t nobody else interested.

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Cicada green


It’s still summer in New Zealand.

Every now and again, when I have a wander into the primordial jungle out back, I find a locust husk (or shell… what do you call those things they hatch from?).

And every time, my childhood memories come pouring back.

We had a mimosa tree in the front yard, and half a dozen in the back.

Every summer, the locusts would try to suck them dry and, boy, would they sing loud and long while slurping up the sap.

It has to be said that, as young rascals, my neighbor Eddie and I were not especially kind to the *locusts.

There was probably nothing wrong with collecting their old husks from the trees, and feeding them to Lady Dog, our beagle.


She thought they were better’n pork rinds.

But the other uses we had for locusts were not something that make for particularly sanctifying stories during Lent.


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Humor During Lent? Of course!


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(Republishing this vintage blog because it’s Lent, ya’ll!)

In New Zealand, we’ve already begun Lent — 40 days of prayer, fasting and penance leading up to Easter.

Since this is mainly a humor blog, we will begin our Lent by republishing a favorite about two great priests who were incredibly funny in very different ways.

Archimandrite Stephen was bigger than life and perfect for his ministry in media and evangelization. He could PREACH UP A STORM. And he so loved to laugh. Heeheeheehee.

On his generous girth:

“I’m an Archimandrite in the Melkite Greek Catholic tradition. As you can see, we’re rather fluffy. Hahahaha.”

“As you know, your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. So why would you want a little ol’ prayer chapel when you could have a Grand Basilica with a Rotunda? Hohohoho.”

On being the only Catholic in a Louisiana family renown for producing more than 50 Assembly of God preachers:

“I’m the family black sheep. And I love to tell my cousins that I’m the favorite of our departed relatives because I’m the only one praying to get them out of Purgatory. Heeheeheehee.”

On Catholic teachings (when a New Zealand TV interviewer was beating him up because the Church won’t recognize gay marriages):

“I’ll tell you something even crazier. We won’t marry a man and a woman who are living together in sin unless the stop and go to confession. Can you believe THAT? Heh heh heh heh.”

On being a tad theatrical when speaking to our annual Auckland Eucharistic Convention:

“I need one of those lapel mikes. I want to be able to walk around the stage and show off for your Bishop.”

And then, there was Father Angland, 75, my first Parish Priest in Auckland.

He was half the size of Father Stephen, but equally hilarious in his no-nonsense, Kiwi way.

Once, when he asked me to distribute holy communion at Mass, I declined.

For you see, Catholics believe Jesus wasn’t kidding when he said His Flesh was true food, and His Blood true drink.

“I can’t. I’m not worthy,” I said, prompting Father Angland to respond with his wonderful dry wit:

“Don’t be stupid.

“Of course you’re not worthy.

“Nobody is.

“But somebody’s got to do it.”

Rest in Peace, Archimandrite Stephen and Father Angland.

And as for ya’ll?

Here’s wishing you the best Lent, ever.



Zoo Review — Remembering Lincoln Park Zoo in the Sixties


Way back when…

My niece in OKC frequently takes her chillens and their cousins to Lincoln Park Zoo.

Even though they were raised on Harry Potter and Disney World, they love going to the zoo.

I think that’s great, but, really, there is no way a zoo trip can be as awesome to them as it was to us in the Sixties.

I was probably nine years old when we made our first “expedition” all the way from Norman to Lincoln Park Zoo.  If memory serves, it was a 9,000 mile journey that took about three months.

I was either with my best friend Steve, or my cousins, or all of them, and possibly a sister or two.

What’s clear is that we were all psyched.

For years, we had been watching *Bob Jenni doing guest spots on Foreman Scotty.

He was always handling snakes and gila monsters and other animals that would kill you dead if you messed up.

We boys were GLUED to the television when Bob was on, quietly rooting for the snake to get lose and maybe bite somebody, just a little bit.

So when we went to the zoo, we were hoping to see some seriously dangerous critters, running wild and eating kids, if we were lucky.

My memories of the zoo are a bit faded and may not live up to the **99.99% accuracy that that blog has maintained for the last five years, but here we go.

I recall the Mothers or Aunties were dead keen on this being an EDUCATIONAL trip, so we were all armed with our Friends of the Zoo Key.

Zoo Key

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Obnoxious = NHS Grandstand Boozers & Alvan’s Army

Grandstand boozers

*Norman High School’s Grandstand Boozers

I was not much of a joiner at Norman High School.

I played football, and that was about it.

But I was a proud member of two organisations that will go down in infamy: the Grandstand Boozers and Alvan’s Army.

Both involved massive amounts of basketball, testosterone and adult beverages.

Not necessarily in that order.

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60 Ways To Know You’re Almost 60



60 not for the weeok

(Yes, I know there are formatting problems. I’m almost 60. I’m allowed.)

  1. You never pull anything out of your pocket without Panadol falling out
  2. You try to use the same *cup all day so that you don’t have to reach up into the cabinet and feel that hot-10-penny-nail-jabbing-into-your-shoulder-socket feeling
  3. You become the ultimate Christian hypocrite when you start wildly boogeying to the Stones, but then you think about what their lyrics actually say
  4. You know there are not many better things on Earth than watching a 2-year-old chase a pigeon in the park
  5. You find one day that you are wearing a shirt, at work, around important people. that has the kind of wide stripes that went out with the Rat Pack
  6. You had at least one “hippyish” item destroyed by a parent who went completely mental
  7. You realize that, right now, your kids or nieces and nephews have jobs that are way more important than yours
  8. You much prefer Facebooking about Shih-Tzus and cats than talking about work or politics
  9. You don’t go a day without praying for someone’s intentions, solicited or not
  10. When you wake up in the morning, it is a miracle if you can get to the bathroom without a cramp or stabbing pain or brain aneurysm
  11. When you were little, you and your cousins got up to mischief that no one, to this day, knows about
  12. When a Facebook friend mentions watching Johnny Carson reruns. for the next 10 minutes, you are laughing about the Carson clips airing in your head
  13. You have not bothered to properly get the last few back-up ‘dings’ in your car repaired because, really, what’s the point
  14. The most analytical you get these days is when you and your child watch the latest Star Wars or Avengers movie, and you really zoom in looking for plot holes
  15. Every time you see a Facebook mention of a soldier who has died or a child undergoing chemo, you pray for them; you really pray
  16. You get up from your computer and start walking down the hall, and everything looks blurry, so you wonder if you are having a heart attack, but then you realize you’re still wearing your computer glasses
  17. When you want to put on old Norman TBT photo on Facebook, and you realize there aren’t many in your family because film was expensive
  18. You remember the story about Narcissus, and you wonder whether this ‘selfie’ thing is a very bad deal
  19. You hear an old song by the Stones or Hendrix or Led Zep, so you CRANK IT UP, and then you wonder how you ever made it home alive from **parties
  20. The thought of winning the billion-dollar lottery scares you to death because you have personally seen how love of money truly is the root of all evil
  21.  You have recently opened a kitchen drawer, removed a utensil, and scratched an area of your old body that you don’t talk about
  22. When you see young lovers out in public, and your mind wanders, it usually grabs hold of a memory from a time when you were below the age of consent
  23. Pretty much every major new invention or government policy that you read about reminds you of George Orwell’s ‘1984’
  24. You still have a phone/fax machine on your desk even though the last fax you received was during the Bush Administration
  25. You see a guy driving down the road in a mint condition 1966 G.T.O. and you immediately want to be his best friend or kill him and steal his car.
  26. You need to hear a baby laugh every day, just to get you through the stuff, so you’ve watched this clip of Laughing Quadruplets about a hundred times
  27. You have figured out that vinegar and baking soda will clean or cure pretty much anything, and you wonder why you need all the crap in your cabinets
  28. You also wonder why stores don’t carry ‘fat guy’/’fat gal’ pants like they used to, back when you didn’t need them
  29. Other than your kids being born, your best memories are simple, and almost always involve laughing with old friends
  30. You realize that you are way closer to your death than your birth, and that’s OK
  31. Most of the major dental work you had in your 30’s is now falling to bits
  32. You realize that a John Wayne cowboy movie and a stiff drink with a really old Norman High School friend will fix any damn thing
  33. There are at least three times that you could have gotten really rich if you’d taken a moderate financial gamble, and that really annoys you
  34. Your new laptop comes with built-in software capable of landing a man on Mars, but you mainly use it to search for stuff that’s lost in your computer
  35. When you go to the mall, you always park in the same area. Always. Because, otherwise, you would never find your car. Never.
  36. The Groucho Marx glasses that you bought for 79 cents were the best single investment you ever made


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37. You have OU jerseys that predate Barry Switzer.

38. If you had a dollar for every time someone in your family said, “if I had a dollar for every time…” you’d be rich

39. You are very clear about Saturday Night Live: there’s Belushi, Aykroyd, Murray, Gilda and Lilly, then a lump of ***everybody else

40. The only way you are ever going to lose 10 pounds is if tacos or DQ Blizzards somehow metabolize fat and scar tissue

41. About 20 years ago, you realized that elected officials in Washington, D.C. were not smarter than you, they were jut less ethical

42. You are pretty sure that if a man, or woman, cannot ride a horse, they should not be President

43. You or your spouse have had at least one operation that cost more than the house you grew up in

Ho-ho and Pokey


44. You know that Robin Williams and Jonathan Winters were really great at ad-libbing, but, truly, nobody was as good as KOCO’s Ho-Ho and Pokey

45. And, speaking of brilliant children’s programming, WKY TV’s Foreman Scotty and Xavier T. Willard were the best rootin-tootin’ cowboys of ****all time

46. You would love to go into the garage, find an old tire tool, and then wrap it around the head of the guy who said “60 is the new 40”

47. You’d then bend it over Jerry Jones’ big, fat head, just because

48. You are almost 60 if you’re a man who has at least one scar from the time:

… you pushed the neighbors normally good-natured dog too far, like maybe hitting her repeatedly with a rope because you were trying to be a cowboy and she simply refused to stampede

… opening a can of beans with your Dad’s U.S. Military issue can opener (just to see if you could do it which, turns out, you could but not without serious blood loss)

… pinched the fire out of your leg, arm or belly when you put the end stretcher board onto your Dad’s U.S. Navy issue cot

49. You are a woman who has at least one scar from:

… touching the metal ends of the electric hair curlers of death

… breathing in infinite clouds of Aqua-Net hairspray (active ingredient: DDT)

… saying once to often to your little brother, “I daaaaare you to throw that fork a me.”

50. You want to throw your computer RIGHT INTO THE DUCK POND when you write something on your blog late at night, and technology and formatting get all bitchy

51.  You have come to accept that you will never be able to properly back a trailer or use Excel

52. You remember baby chicks at Easter that were dyed all different colors, and they were cute, not something you feel compelled to report to the FBI

53. At least once a month, you would give just about anything to have a little more time with your Mom

54.  You wonder whether your kids would have benefited from having their mouths washed out with soap, at least once

brownie  55.  You spent hours and hours looking through the glass viewfinder of your Dad’s Brownie Instamatic camera, and taking thousands of no-film photos of your pets and siblings (extra points if they were in the bathroom)

56. Your wife or husband is right this minute wearing the exact same glasses that your aunt/uncle wore in 1966

57.  Your chest constricts and you can’t breath properly when you hear the theme from the *****The Twilight Zone

58. You frequently watched black-and-white TV shows in the bedroom, and at least one brother or sister had to hold the rabbit ears wrapped with aluminum foil just so

59. You believe that 70- or 80- or 90-year-old people must be tough as a boot full of barb wire, because their bodies must hurt like crap, since yours sure does

60. And, finally, you know you are almost 60 when you’re no longer embarrassed by those times when you open your mouth and your Mom comes out; in fact, those moments really make you smile.


*Yes, you’ve been known to drink wine out of a coffee cup

** Don’t ask, don’t tell

*** OK, Wayne and Garth are close

**** Sorry Duke

***** Yeeeesh

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