A couple of weeks back, I had a sh*tty weekend.

You could make the case that it was a sh*tty weekend because my San Diego Padres blew a playoff game with two outs (and two strikes) in the ninth.

You could also surmise that I had a sh*tty weekend because my Commanders tied the New York Giants on a brainless play where professionals who make millions of dollars a year were anything but prepared or professional.

You could suggest that I deemed it a sh*tty weekend because my old man soccer team gave up a goal with three seconds left in its match, helping the other team secure a tie.

All good guesses.

Not why I called it a sh*tty weekend.

I had a sh*tty weekend because I had my first ever colonoscopy.

This is still a weekly dose of courage.

I can admit that I was a bit afraid for this procedure.

Both for the prep and for being put under.

I’m happy to report for all that sh*tty, the tests came back clear.

Haven’t been checked yet?

At or nearing that age?

Don’t put it off.

Better to catch something early before it becomes really sh*tty.