One of the major reasons for communication problems is that we use the same word to describe a variety of phenomena that are essentially different.
Take the word “love”. We believe: “That love makes the world go round” and “Love is in the air.” We say: “I love my wife”, “I love my house”, “I love my car”, “I love our dog”.
As one language expert pointed out: “Hopefully, we are using the same word to describe different emotions and that the love we feel for our car or dog is not the same we feel or express for our wives.”
The word “ball” is another word that has a variety of meanings or interpretations.
In vulgar slang, the plural “balls” can mean the testicles as well as the possession of courage or nerve. It can be an exclamation meaning “rubbish” or it can be a “screw-up” or complete mess. It is also a village in Barbados.
A friend once pointed out to me that in terms of “balls” to mean courage, the term “guts” is also widely used, but insists there is a distinction that goes beyond “intestinal” and “testicular” fortitude. He says “guts” is arriving home late after a night out with the boys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the “guts” to ask: “Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?”
“Balls” is coming home late after a night out with the boys, smelling of perfume and rum, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the “balls” to say: “You’re next, Chubby.”
Some of the best puns and jokes come from the deliberate exploitation for humorous purposes of the many meanings of a word like “ball”. A man received an ad in the mail for a golf resort where everything cost only $1. He jumped at the offer and headed off for the weekend. He arrived, played a round of golf, and it cost him $1.
That evening, he went for dinner and it cost him another $1. Even his room was only $1 a day. The following day, before checking out, he headed out to play one last round. On the way, he stopped by the pro shop and charged a sleeve of three balls to his room. Standing at the check-out desk, he looked at his bill and saw: “Golf: $2.00. Dinner: $1.00. Room: $1.00. Sleeve of Golf Balls: $3 000.”
He was outraged.
He called the manager over and exclaimed: “What is this all about? Everything is supposed to cost $1 and you charged me $3 000 for three golf balls!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” replied the manager, “obviously, you failed to read the fine print in our promotional brochure. That is what our golf balls cost.”
“Excuse me,” the man replied, “but had I wanted to spend that kind of money, I would have gone to the luxury hotel across the street and paid them a $1 000 a day for a room. At least I would have known what I was paying for!”
“That’s right, sir, you could have,” said the manager. “Over there, they get you by the room. Over here, we get you by the balls!”
Sometimes, unfortunately, such a situation is not funny, especially when the punch line is literal. It is like the remarks about the pig when commenting to a chicken about their respective contributions to a dish of ham and eggs – “For you, madam,” the pig observed, “it is merely part of your day’s work, but it represents a genuine sacrifice on my part.”
This is the sad case of an Indiana man who was rushed to the hospital after his scrotum was the victim of a vicious attack by an ex-girlfriend. According to the Daily Caller, the victim reportedly told police that his former girlfriend, Christina Reber, stormed into his apartment as he was innocently sitting at his computer.
Reber, with whom he had severed ties a few days earlier, first struck him on the head and then grabbed his scrotum and began “squeezing as hard as she could”.
The police report indicates that the scrotum area was “completely torn loose from his body”. Reber reportedly “refused to let go of his scrotum,” but the victim was finally able to remove his balls from her vice-like grip.
The newspaper which used the opening line: “Talk about a ball buster” also observed: “As if the story isn’t already good enough, the victim, who has not been identified, was taken to Ball Memorial Hospital.
Almost every man in the world would not only sympathise with the sufferer but would demand a stiff sentence for Ms Reber. No woman can ever appreciate the agony or understand the importance these particular anatomical attributes hold for us.
In fact, the first testicular guard, the “cup”, was used in hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brains are also important.
• Tony Deyal, who no longer travels with a comb, was last seen repeating that for people who keep on repeating their mistakes, experience is like giving a comb to a bald man.
