As you well know, I have a rather twisted love affair with really bad humour. And the WORST humour possible is puns. Ever wonder how I got to be so dang punny? Well, it goes back over 32 years, as I found proof of earlier today.
Back in the 1980s, one f my favourite shows (and still is) was the A-Team. Action, adventure, lotsa gunplay (with accuracy of gunfire only outdone by a WW2 re-enactment), and great interplay between characters. In the episode I was watching, “Face Man” (Dirk Benedict, formerly Starbuck in the REAL Battlestar Galactica), is questioning a con man who has set up a Wild West show, and asks about an Indian (sorry, Native American) chief persona. The con man admits the Chief isn’t even an Indian, and that he picked up the Chef as a hitchhiker outside Cleveland. To which Face replies, ” I can’t believe I fell for a Cleveland Indian.”
(Insert rimshots or groans here.)
Now I know this went over my head at the time, because I knew scant little about baseball. But as you can see, the seeds were planted early, and not just compliments of the Three Stooges. So as the Nevadan said during a California earthquake, “Why am I suffering? It ain’t my fault.”
We now return you to your regularly scheduled reality, already in progress.