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Any comedienne who avoids the hackneyed “men love football; women love shopping” routine deserves some commendation. Kathleen Madigan seems to have avoided that trap thanks to her four brothers and a grounded, Rust Belt sensibility. Forced to watch sports as a child, she grew to appreciate the richness of the humor to be mined from them. But Madigan’s jokes are generally gender-neutral: Her channel-surfing, couch-potato persona probably has as much draw for the ladies as it does for the dudes. Appealing to the lumpen and lazy, she comments on war protesters: “I cannot think of one thing that, on my day off, I would get my ass off the couch (for). And then I’ve gotta go find cardboard and a marker. I thought about it and the only thing I can come up with is if they said they were turning off everybody’s cable. I’d be like, ‘All right, I’ve gotta go down there. This is serious.’” Outside of the occasional quasi-political comment, however, this Suzie Six-Pack often returns to the jock jokes. On her latest CD, Shallow Happy Thoughts for the Soul, she makes a play for the Beer Nuts-chomping demographic with a nine-minute sports spiel. Even though she targets Don King—the sports equivalent of airplane food—she at least makes it a zinger: “Does he just walk into a barber and say ‘I wanna look like I am always falling out of a building?’” Madigan performs at 8 p.m. and 10:30 p.m. Friday, Sept. 19, and Saturday, Sept. 20, and at 8 p.m. Sunday, Sept. 21, at the Improv, 1140 Connecticut Ave. NW. $15-$17. (202) 296-7008. (David Dunlap Jr.)