I don’t know much about cricket, except that they use a flat bat and that little Jenga thing where the catcher should be, but I know a prominent Aussie actor getting hit in the nuts when I see it. Yes, this is the probably-not-gay Hugh Jackman, international star of stage and screen, getting his doorbell rung in what looks like a little BP. More like “little pee pee.” Oh man, that’s the funniest thing I’ll write all week.
But seriously, just look at the stage presence. Does Jackman go down in a heap? No. Does he cry for his mommy? No. He gets back in there and takes his cuts. What fantastic human storytelling. What a great lesson in life. Hugh Jackman, we salute you and your manly balls, and may God save the Queen. And by “the Queen,” I mean that interior decorator that you visit at the clubs all the time.
