Sometimes comedy illuminates hard truths with a pointed urgency that other means can’t quite achieve. Sometimes comedy is just funny. This series of posts is mostly about the former instances, but the latter is valuable, too.
Recent days have been a wearying scramble for me, so, dismayingly, I only realized midway through the afternoon that today was the day we all collectively emerged from the portion of the sports years that an old friend of mine referred to with solemnity as “The Void.” Opening Day of baseball is here.
In commemoration, I humbly offer up a formidable contender in the contest for Greatest Comedy Routine of All Time.
Previous entries in this series can be found by clicking on the “Laughing Matters” tag.