I’m a guy, but I know for sure that getting kicked in the privates causes more pain than giving birth.
No guy ever said “Kick me again”, while many women will say “Let’s have another baby!”
When a guy gets hit in the twins and falls insensible to the ground, the brotherhood of men gather around him. If it is a pickup softball game after work, or the Super Bowl, when a guy gets hit and goes down clasping his cojones, his friends on the field gather around him, as do millions of men who may be watching a professional on television. Or even listening on the radio.
But that isn't really the funny thing.
What I find amusing is the reaction of the victim's friends.
All the guys gathering around in sympathy tend to shift nervously from foot to foot, and make various ribald jokes about being hit in the nuts as they view their prostrate comrade in pain. It seems to be a universal thing.
Every single guy completely sympathizes, and the comments are almost always like "Well, I guess you won't be plying your trade in the bedroom tonight, Mr. Stud-muffin!" or "I think everyone's daughter will be safe for a few days!" These are always accompanied by a smattering of nervous tittering from all the guys, while the guy on the ground is doubled up, hands in the groin white faced, sweating, with eyes tightly shut into black slits.
There is something humorous about being hit in the nuts when it isn't you being hit. I remember playing in a softball game alongside my best friend who went in the Navy with me. He was in center field, and a guy hit a blistering line drive directly at him. He was pretty good, and he was going to catch it on a single hop while running at full speed towards it and in a single motion, catch the ball on the short bounce and immediately hurl the ball to home plate to catch the baserunner going in to score.
Except that he misjudged the bounce. It bounced and came up, but instead of landing in his glove he was holding upside down in front of him, went about an inch under the glove and hit him squarely in the testicles.
He dropped like a bag of cement, but struggled to his feet, picked up the ball, flung it weakly towards home plate, then collapsed immediately into a heap.
It was the most heroic thing I had ever seen. (Only kidding, it wasn't, but...in that moment it was impressive!)
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