“Ahh Balls” is an expression uttered quite a bit in my house. Apparently, it began with my father-in-law, Jack, who would use it somewhere between “gosh darn” and “oh shit” but always said it with a smile and a hint of irony. It’s the root of a lot of great Christmas and Father’s Day presents (a golfer always needs balls) at least one of which involved a box full of whiffle balls being dropped on his head. Our oldest daughter carried on the tradition last month when she gave these custom-printed tennis balls to my husband for his birthday. Jack passed away a few weeks ago at 91. He was a great guy—a varsity tennis player who spent summers as a cowboy and played guitar with the likes of Woodie Guthrie and the Clancy Brothers. And, he had a great sense of humor, so he would definitely have considered newsletter about testicles with the title “Ahh Balls” to be fitting tribute.
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