Yesterday was a doozy. I had to prep for my first colonoscopy that occurred this morning. Now, I've never been a backdoor man, so I was a little nervous to have a doctor "To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before." Well, make that "Few Men have gone before." Doc said that after age 50 this checkup is a must. Fortunately, Bones went in and found no more than a Klingon or two and, like the show, brought things to a happy ending. They knocked me out with something dreamy beforehand and all I remember was being helped off the gurney and being handed my clothes. And you should have seen my woofy doctor. (Another whole, er, hole story)

Back to yesterday. And I won't get too graphic here. But four laxative tablets and a full two quarts of laxative-laced Gatorade between 3 and 8 p.m. and I can promise you this was the cleanest asshole in Atlanta. It would have been open for business if I'd been so inclined.

Actually, all of this ha-ha is only to say that you should have it done if you're over 50. Other than giving up a night and catching up on your reading while on the throne, it's not that unpleasant. I want all of you guys to be around as long as you can so we can continue enjoying this tribe and others well into old fart-hood. So one of the next times some guy goes "in there" let him be a doctor and let him take a camera.