ALMOST NOTHING SACRED

I do improv comedy. Sometimes that involves traveling to do a show for a group. It's always a little nerve wracking. We're doing a show outside of our club, we don't know what sort of crowd we'll be performing in front of, we don't even know how many of them know what our group is.

Last weekend I did a traveling show for a company's holiday party. We normally try, where ever we go, to do a family friendly show. Don't worry about that they said. We don't really WORRY about it, we said. It's just something we do.

Hogwash, they said. You should see our office. We swear, we're crude, we sexually harass! Our bosses get drunk! You should be "balls to the walls" for this show.

That was repeated to us by not one, not two, but three people. Be "balls to the walls".

So we started our show. They were yelling out sexual things, vulgarities, laughing at themselves and at each other. One of our players finally dropped a well timed f-bomb and they loved it. Nothing was off limits. We were allowed to go "balls to the walls".

And then I made fun of Brett Favre.


And suddenly, they didn't like our balls against their walls so much anymore.