OK true story - last year I had to have a polyp removed after a colon screening and I was face down on the table, ass in the air with a freshly shaved rectum, 10 nurses and such in the operating room, lightly sedated.
Not exactly a comfy position and I am scanning the room for something to focus on besides the fact that I am currently a Penn State coaches' wet dream.
I see the framed credentials of the doctors who use the room hanging on the wall and with slurred speech I ask the anesthesiologist which one will be operating on me.
He stands up and points to a Diploma with a large block M on it and the University of Michigan seal and tells me my surgeon is one of the top guys in the field.
I am trying to form a Michigan joke when i feel the cold small female hands of a nurse spread my cheeks wide and my colon involuntarily clenches.
The door swings open and the Dr. walks in with his gloved hands upraised and as he glances at my immodest position he exclaims
"Coach Harbaugh, I'm a huge fan, can I have an autograph?" and then he tried to hand my sphincter a sharpie.
