One would think that watching a guy getting hit it the balls would get old. It, like every movie I’ve seen this year has been done before ad nauseum. But unlike the Spiderman trilogy, watching an unsuspecting guy get hit in the juevos does not get old.
Now, for those who know what it feels like to get hit in the junk (no girls, except maybe Sarah jessica Parker), you respect the guy that gets hit (or in this case, the guy that onsets the hit); there’s a sense of camaraderie as if to say, “glad it wasn’t me, but certainly glad it happened.”
And dammit David Beckham, I doubted you at your price (and the fact that no one in Los Angeles likes soccer), but you know how to hit a guy in the camel tail…
er there is a reason why players in the wall cover the man bits when free kicks are taken.
er there is a reason why players in the wall cover the man bits when free kicks are taken.