Intolerance

There was a time when just the sound of Tracy Morgan's voice made me want to punch a kitten.  I could barely sit through a commercial, let alone any of his SNL skits, without wanting to lash out in an effort to stop the offensive onslaught that was attacking my mental status.  Movies were definitely avoided, when possible. Watching "The Longest Yard" and "Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back" had me at my wit's end, and being such a huge Kevin Smith fan, it I managed to white-knuckle it through "Cop Out".  Thankfully, throughout the last few years of Tracy Morgan exposure in mainstream media, I've avoided the urge to punch a kitten.  It's not been easy, but I've survived the anguish and turmoil.  

It's not been until lately, maybe the last year or so, where my mental anguish has subsided.  When Tracy Morgan's offensive tones are overheard by my overly sensitive ears, I no longer fantasize about inflicting violent tendencies on juvenile felines.  Through the magic that is the Howard Stern Show on Sirius Satellite Radio, the many on-air interviews that Howard has done with Tracy Morgan over the years, I've learned to, not only accept Tracy Morgan's voice, but even become a fan of sorts.  I understand the man, a little more, and appreciate his unique brand of comedy.  I'd even surmise that when I learn that he's going to be on the program that day, I sit up in my seat a little more, and look forward to the experience.