First of all, I love stories like this. Not oops I crapped my pants stories, which are fine in and of themselves but 'old guy' stories. Like Gary Player has probably kept this thing a secret for years but the Wednesday before the Masters he's sitting there with his green jacket on and decides 'you know what, I'm 78 years old, fudge it, I'm telling the story about the time I got blamed for Arnold Palmer pooping his pants in Japan.' Love it! Old people stories are the best. Just the right amount of truth, lies and dementia to make them really entertaining.
And second of all, this just falls in line with what we were blogging about last week. I think 90% of the world has an adult poop your pants story, but not everyone is willing to admit it. Treating a poopy pants story like it's Voldemort or something. Well as I said last week, I have pooped my pants as an adult and I'm not afraid to admit it. Because you know what? So has Arnold Palmer. And so has George Brett and Al Roker and that random woman at Brewers opening day last week. So if you don't want to be apart of a club with people of that stature then I don't know what to tell you. If I hadn't already I might go poop my pants right now just to be associated with that iconoclast.
PS: This George Brett video is one of the reasons the internet age provides limitless entertainment. To think a mere decade or so ago only George and the two guys in the video and maybe a handful of Royals upper management had heard this story. Now everyone can enjoy the time that George Brett got food poisoning and pooped himself. God Bless you internet. In the name of the Al Gore, Mark Zuckerberg and Steve Jobs, Amen.