I had heard my older brother laugh harder.
But not many times.
We were watching the 1968 baseball All-Star game on TV. It was being played in Houston's Astrodome.
At some point the American League first baseman, Idaho-born Harmon Killebrew, stretched to receive a throw before the batter arrived safely at first base. In doing so, he hurt himself.
It was a groin injury. And even if a classic groin injury doesn't actually involve male genitalia, you know where guys tend to grab themselves after incurring such a painful setback.
So as Killebrew was writhing on the ground, holding himself, a remarkably loud fan who must have been close to a broadcast microphone, yelled a remark that was something of an allusion to Houston's reputation as city of pioneering medical procedures.
"Give 'em a transplant!"
Forget Killebrew. My brother laughed so hard, I thought he was going to need one.