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"Sarcasm, the worst kind of humor"


This quote comes directly from a guy giving a talk to a dozen or so lacrosse coaches this week at a "Positive Coaching Alliance" meeting. Seems I am now the type that attends these things.

So that got me to thinking, cause Lord knows I am not one to sit and listen to someone else talk, that is kinda what this blog is all about, but I digress.

"the worst kind of humor"? Is that like saying the least flavorful lobster? Or the worst kind of sunny day? Or maybe the flattest fully inflated bicycle tire? I don't know.

Humor to me is a good. Having the worst kind of good baffles me. So as I sat thinking, ignoring the "we need to tell the kids good things in the amount of 5 to 1 (the one being a criticism, like "Reagan you are super slow, wake up and play or I am sending you back to the doll house"). That is the actual number they have come up with. Did research and everything. That cricism is not real (at least spoken anyway).

Any how, so there I am thinking when panic hits: holy crow! If sarcasm is the "worst kind of humor" that would make me the worst kind of humorist. My once proud mantle of sarcastic humor is now my scarlet letter. No more can I puff out my sarcastic chest and strut around like the top dog I thought I was, no I must seek the shelter of an ill-lit gutter. Me and my sarcasm.

Then I start thinking, crikey! Who has my sarcasm hurt? Is sarcasm my only shtick? Should I just stop writing/talking/breathing and repent for my jabs?

But then a wave or reality comes in. Jerry Seinfield made a lot of people laugh and millions of greenbacks with his sarcasm. Maybe money-making sarcasm is good and free bad blog sarcasm is bad?

I'd like to say I've made plans to be less sarcastic. I'd like to say my humor won't offend anyone or at least won't hurt them. I'd like to say I fit in a medium polo shirt too.

suckers.

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