One of the last real men. He's untamed. Next to him, we're trained ponies.

I just heard that when the 77-year-old Bo Schembechler entered the hospital last month with heart problems, the nurse had to ask him some questions--

NURSE: Okay sir, how much do you weigh?
BO: Two-hundred and five pounds of twisted blue steel.

Now that's a tough old man. If that were my grandfather this is how the conversation would have gone--

NURSE: Okay sir, how much do you weigh?
POPS: What?
NURSE: Your weight, how much?
POPS: How long do I have to wait?
NURSE: What is your WEIGHT?
POPS: I'm not waiting anymore, I'm out of here.