Theseus's Elvii [Patrick Barron]

Punt/Counterpunt: Rutgers 2020 Comment Count

Seth November 21st, 2020 at 7:53 AM

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Something's been missing from Michigan gamedays since the free programs ceased being economically viable: scientific gameday predictions that are not at all preordained by the strictures of a column in which one writer takes a positive tack and the other a negative one… something like Punt-Counterpunt.

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PUNT

By Bryan MacKenzie
@Bry_Mac

So, here’s a story about my testicles.

Back in around 2013, I began having some pain in my leg. Serious pain. Knee-buckling, toe-curling pain. It was hard to describe, but it felt as if someone had wired my groin/inner thigh to a car battery, and would periodically close the circuit and zap me for five to ten seconds. It didn’t seem to be related to physical activity or moving a certain way. One minute I would be standing there, and the next I would be doubled over in agony. It was enough to drop me to the floor on more than one occasion.

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As the frequency and intensity of these episodes increased, I sought professional medical advice. My doctor was at a loss. She thought it might be musculoskeletal, a pinched nerve, referred pain from a back injury, or any number of things. So she ordered a few tests.

Including a testicular ultrasound.

[After THE JUMP: Where this is going]

I was confused. To be clear, this was leg pain. Very upper, very inner leg, to be sure, but leg pain nonetheless. The only real connection to the site of the pain and the site of the ultrasound was general proximity, which, I mean, just because enemy soldiers can wave to each other across a DMV doesn’t mean they’re *close,* know what I mean? But doctors attend big fancy schools that presumably spend many months on the diagnosis and treatment of unexplained crotch pain, so I agreed.

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When contemplating a medical procedure, one tends to focus on the tool and not on the person wielding it. So as I waited in my gown, staring at the ultrasound machine—a fairly unassuming little piece of medical equipment—I hadn’t realized it yet. But as the knock on the door came, it hit me like the Hidden Knowledge of the Elders: someone was going to be using that machine. A person. On me. There. Right now.

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I had time, as the door started to open, to say a small prayer to Khönes, the Norse God of Dangly Bits, that the person walking through that door would be an older gentleman. Or one of those robots from Boston Dynamics. Or talking teddy bear, like in the movie Paddington. Anything but…

…nope. Young, attractive female ultrasound tech.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “I bet he was concerned about involuntary biological responses.” And sure, for a moment, it crossed my mind. “Boy, I bet that would be about the most embarrassing outcome” I imagined. But then the real problem dawned on me.

You see, we build our daily social interactions around a certain set of principles. But when someone is waving a magic wand over your junk, the normal principles break down, and you basically have to learn all new rules of interpersonal interaction right there on the spot.

Do… do I attempt small talk? What possible topics are acceptable here? Sports and weather? “How’s your day going?” “Well, I’m currently performing an ultrasound on some random nards looking for god knows what.” “Yeah, Mondays, amirite? So, find anything interesting yet?” Okay, okay, no small talk. But where do I look? Do I look at the tech? No, that’s weird. Do I watch the procedu… NOPE WAY WEIRDER. Do I look AWAY? Still weird? Okay, staring straight ahead at the wall it is. Should… should I have done more grooming before this? Should I have done LESS grooming before this? Is there standard etiquette for this? Some book like What To Expect When You’re Expecting Someone To Be Microwaving Your Hot Pockets I should have read? Jesus, how long is this going to take? It feels like I’ve been here forever. Can I check my watch? Would that be awkward? Are they going to give me a printed ultrasound picture at the end of this, like they do with pregnant women? Oh no, I have to fart. Don’t fart don’t fart don’t fart BUT DON’T CLENCH EITHER THAT’S WEIRD but seriously don’t fart.

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The silence grew. It echoed throughout the room like microphone feedback. It became deafening. The longer it was silent, the weirder it was that no one had spoken. I had great pity for this poor, serious, competent, professional young woman who was just trying to get through her day when I showed up with my potentially busted beans. It wasn’t her fault. But oh lord did that time pass slowly.

And then, after what seemed like hours, she said the four worst words I could possibly have heard at that moment. No diagnosis, no finding, no editorial commentary on the… uh… field of study, could possibly have been worse than hearing:

“Okay, one side done.”

I sat on that table for days. It may have been weeks. I may still be there.

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Michigan football has reached that moment. After MSU, it was clear that it was bad, but we held out hope that it would be a short-term thing. It could end at any moment, and things would go back to normal. But after Indiana and Wisconsin, it is clear the situation isn’t getting better any time soon. The end, whatever that end will be, will have to wait until the entire schedule plays out, and the interim will be one long protracted examination where you don’t want to watch it, but you can’t look away, and you have no earthly idea what to do in the meantime to make it better.

Everyone is embarrassed, and the situation seems intolerable. You feel the judgment and the humiliation, and you can’t do anything about them. Because they are the appropriate responses. It is objectively awkward and embarrassing for those involved, and rather funny for those who aren’t involved.

I never got a diagnosis, but eventually the problem went away. It’s starting to look like it might work out the same way for Michigan.

Rutgers 31, Michigan 30

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COUNTERPUNT

By Internet Raj
@internetraj

The “Ship of Theseus” is a classic thought experiment in the field of metaphysics. The thought experiment, which dates back to the origins of Western philosophy, and has been mulled over by luminaries ranging from Plato to Noam Chomsky, questions whether an object that has had all of its constituent components replaced truly retains its original identity.

The thought experiment supposes that a ship sailed by the hero Theseus has been preserved as a museum artifact. As years turn into decades, some of the ship’s wooden parts begin to rot and are replaced one-by-one with new replica parts. After a century, every part of the ship had been replaced. The question—and the crux of the thought experiment—is whether the restored ship can still be considered as the original ship. Or is it something new entirely?

The “Ship of Theseus” forces us to grapple head-on with an existential question of identity. If you replace just one wooden plank with a new plank, is it still the same ship? What about 2? 3? What about the 700th plank? Is there a magic number whereby one can definitively say the ship is no longer an original and has conclusively changed? Does it matter if the planks are replaced gradually over time or all at once? What is a physical object? Do physical objects stay the same even after they change? At what point do they become different?

One proposed solution to the thought experiment is the “gradual loss of identity.” This theory suggests that the ship was once the same ship, but as it decomposes and its parts are replaced over time, the fundamental identity of the ship gradually changes. The name etched on the hull—“Ship of Theseus”—is inevitably reduced to a mere historical memory, a vestige of an identity that has long since ceded to an alien replica, an imposter imitation.

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The Ship of Theseus

As we swirl around the porcelain bowl that is Year 6 of the Harbaugh Era, I find myself grateful that we decided to just slam the flush and fully self-deconstruct rather than float at the rim’s surface like a languid turd marinating in a mediocre purgatory.

But as we wait for the merciful end of this 2020 season, one thing that has been unmistakable to me is the stark contrast of the man calling himself Jim Harbaugh and the man that was hired six years ago. The borderline psychotic antics? The hysterical tirades on the field? The larger-than-life persona? The trash talking tweets? The grind-you-to-the-bone-with-manball-until-you-have-no-will offense? The physical, swarming defenses? All gone. Khaki fiber after khaki fiber has been seemingly ripped from Harbaugh and replaced with cheap replicas that surely are subject to at least 7 different product recalls. Over time, we’ve been left with a sad, solemn, directionless shell of a man that once had me convinced he would single-handedly propel Michigan back into national prominence by sheer force of his personality.

Remember 78-0?

That was just 4 years ago. Today’s game against Rutgers may very well also result in a win because, well, Rutgers. Like Theseus’s Ship, though, a “win” isn’t always a win. The result may be the same, but the identity will be different. It will be ugly. It’ll be gross. And it will be, without a doubt, frustrating.

The Ship of Theseus asks us if the parts of ourselves that truly make us “us” are gradually replaced over time, then have we lost the essence of our identity? Based on the despondent doppelgänger roaming the Michigan sidelines who is more likely to elicit a “What’s your deal?” from a curious Ford car salesman than a furious opposing coach, the answer is deafeningly clear.

Michigan 24, Rutgers 21.

Comments

Crime Reporter

November 21st, 2020 at 8:11 AM ^

Lol. Had a similar experience when I got a colonoscopy. They roll me into the room and there’s a gorgeous resident with the doctor. My first thought, “shit.” I almost said it out loud.
 

Here I am, about to be put under and this girl my age will be shoving a tube up my ass. Me, being awkward, made a poor attempt at humor. Might have received a chuckle. So embarrassing.

M Ascending

November 21st, 2020 at 8:16 AM ^

I once had a testicular ultrasound, about 30 years ago.  And I prayed that it would NOT be a male technician coming in to fondle my balls.  Just sayin'.  Turned out it was a very pretty young woman who was apparently used to men getting boners in her presence, as she used a towel to pin down my shaft while she performed the procedure. It was not totally unpleasurable, what with the cold jelly being slathered on my junk; but not as pleasurable as it might have been without the towel.  Just sayin'.

Michigan 2 (in honor of my balls), Rutger 0.

mGrowOld

November 21st, 2020 at 8:23 AM ^

If anyone was wondering about the MgoStaff's opinion on Michigan football  these days I'd just point them to this post for a great insight on where we are as a fan base.

Bryan's do-dads and turds are the reference points and accurately so.

Good job guys and that's a great analogy Bryan.  You've captured our fan angst perfectly.

Note: original post edited to reflect correct pair of do-dads.

Blue Vet

November 21st, 2020 at 8:30 AM ^

BryMac, your seminal essay reaches the heart, so to speak, of feels about this year: Nuts!

IntRaj, your nautical nuances nerf the question, whether all my cells that celebrated older days of glory have been replaced by cells of quiet desperation.

Predicted score: Michigan Grapes, Rutgers Water.

treetown

November 21st, 2020 at 9:18 AM ^

Great Punt/Counterpunt.

The Ship of Theseus concept applies to any institution that has longevity and tries to stay true to its roots. But it has limits if one is too literal. Just replacing each plank, peg, rope, sail, mast and spar will keep the ship seaworthy for a long time but ultimately you'll have a seagoing museum piece.

The ship that took Theseus to slay the Minotaur will end up being surpassed by the galleass, galleon, carrack, and later the ship-of-the-line.

We have great existing examples of the fighting sail era vessels in the USS Constitution and HMS Victory. Both are older than the UM (UM officially existed from 1817 onward) and after the pandemic you can go visit them.

The Constitution (launched in 1797) is now moored in Boston, underwent several repairs and rebuilds in 2010 and 2015 before sailing once more in 2017. The Victory docked in Portsmouth, UK, technically is still in commission for the Royal Navy, was launched in 1765. She is in the midst of a major refit and had her upper masts taken down and they are trying to restore her hull.

While these are wonderful preservation efforts, navies have moved on by several generations - ironclads to dreadnoughts to aircraft carriers and submarines and now stealth ships, drones and who knows what else.

I don't why the team seems flat or why the Harbaugh era has hit a ceiling, but literally trying to recreate the past probably is not the answer.

https://ussconstitutionmuseum.org/

https://www.hms-victory.com/

Finally, don't let potential embarrassment prevent you from getting a colonoscopy, ultrasound or some other needed test. 

Go Blue!

DonAZ

November 21st, 2020 at 9:31 AM ^

I had a similar experience to Bryan back in my 30s.  I'm now in my 60s, and there's one thing I've learned about doctors: they've seen it all, so don't be embarrassed.  Go full clinical with them: describe symptoms clearly, unashamedly, and using language that's as precise as you know.  They'll be able to do their jobs more easily, and I suspect they'll appreciate the candor.

Leatherstocking Blue

November 21st, 2020 at 9:39 AM ^

I'm surprised the tech encounter didn't include a query of "Any metal down there? Piercings? Studs? Like a scrotum ring? Penis stud? No? "

Those of you in more urban settings only have to endure the embarrasment for the duration of the exam. Well, no so fast, my friends. I live in a small, one stoplight village with a large teaching hospital. A young medical student giving my wife a pelvic exam- a cutie pootootie in my wife's words - also played in her rec volleyball league. All she could say was,"Well, see you Thursday."

evenyoubrutus

November 21st, 2020 at 9:46 AM ^

I had almost the exact same experience, right down to the attractive female ultrasonographer. Thankfully she seemed to do these on a daily basis, and chatted the whole time about a variety of things. On top of that, my wife was in the middle of her 3rd pregnancy after years of fertility treatments, so I'd already wanked into a cup multiple times in cold hospital bathrooms with female receptionists only a few feet away (whom I had to walk out and hand the cup to, and explain whether there had been spillage or any contaminants). And I'd witnessed dozens of transvaginal ultrasounds, so I was pretty used to this sort of thing.

It really depends on the person doing the ultrasound. Sitting there in silence is probably the worst thing you can do.

The FannMan

November 21st, 2020 at 9:56 AM ^

After watching the highlights from 78-0, the biggest difference is talent on the field, particularly on the D-Line.  Recruiting is the biggest failure of this coaching staff. (Don’t get me wrong, there are other problems too.). I don’t follow recruiting closely, but it seems like our problem may be a program issue which is not going to change whoever wears the headset. 

mgobaran

November 21st, 2020 at 1:11 PM ^

Punt/Counterpunt has been appointment reading since the days it was published in the free gameday programs. Not only was Brian/Mgoblog able to bring back this feature in 2012, he was able to bring back the original authors Ken "Sky" Walker and Nick RouMel.

Both have since retired, but not before training Heiko and then Bryan. Then Raj came along and this feature still hasn't really missed a beat. It might not even be wrong to say it's gotten better. 

tl;dr? Yes. 

The Bos of Me

November 21st, 2020 at 10:47 AM ^

I had that worse of all reactions to a young, attractive dermatologist.  It was terrible, mostly for her sake.  This Michigan football season is worse because it self inflicted and controllable.  Rutgers 28, Michigan 18.  No rest for the weary. 2020 groin kick. 

Number 7

November 21st, 2020 at 10:47 AM ^

Funniest damned content I have read on line in weeks.  Imagine:  if Michigan was not as sucky, we the world might never have had the chance to read Bryan Mac's nut imaging story.  Worth it?  Hell no, but a fine consolation prize.  Or actually maybe, since nothing in 2020 counts anyway.

As for Raj's story: a few summers ago I heard a young grad student give a presentation on a biological variation of the Ship of Theseus: essentially that since human cells essentially regenerate over some period of time (7 days? 3 years? I wasn't paying that close attention), we are composed of different molecules at time t+x than were at time t.  But that's minimally important.  The funny thing was I thought I saw her jogging a couple of days later, and the first thing I thought was "wait, is that the same person I saw give that philosophy talk last week?"  (It was funny to me at the time.)

Blueroller

November 21st, 2020 at 11:06 AM ^

Michigan sucks at football, but we lead the nation in both the number and quality of words written about football. Especially with the quality. Reading content like this column is the most enjoyable element of Michigan fandom these days, and I am thankful for it.

Hotel Putingrad

November 21st, 2020 at 11:08 AM ^

Those highlights make me sad. That team had so much potential, and if they could've just won at Kinnick, they still would've made the playoffs. Really miss the underrated Chesson, Darboh, and Hammerin' Panda.

Sigh.

But when your program's clinical equivalent is an ultrasound of one's testicles, yeah, it may be time to re-examine some things. I hope Warde reads this week's submission.

LabattsBleu

November 21st, 2020 at 11:29 AM ^

Excellent punt/counterpunt.

I don't know if it will simply 'go away' as that presumes no changes whatsoever; something i do not see happening. There will be some changes made - the depth and breadth of which are the only questions imo.

The 'Ship of Harbaugh' is an excellent analogy. I will be interesting to see tonight's result versus Rutgers versus the one 4 years ago. This program certainly appears to be Michigan Football - but peel back that glossy veneer and its nothing but a fascimile.

BahamaMama

November 21st, 2020 at 11:59 AM ^

Great job as usual.

Bryan’s piece was especially entertaining. Now you guys know how the ladies feel when we are about to deliver a baby and and everyone but the Pope decides to come in and take a peek. At some point you have just got to get over it.

Kind of like getting over this season. Ugh.

Horace Prettyman

November 21st, 2020 at 12:28 PM ^

I once got a balltrasound. Thankfully the ultrasound tech was a woman in her 50s who seemed totally at ease with it. But it did feel a little dirty when she threw me a towel to clean up the ultrasound gel on my nads.

Greg McMurtry

November 21st, 2020 at 12:44 PM ^

I had the same procedure. Mid 30’s woman tech and I thought please don’t get excited “Tigers baseball, they’re gonna be bad this year, stare at at the blank ceiling, don’t get excited!” Very tough, thinking the opposite thoughts when a woman is normally messing with your junk. 
 

It got easier when I heard the words “bare down like you’re having a bowel movement.” I was no longer excited at that point.

caliblue

November 21st, 2020 at 12:59 PM ^

I used to do pelvics in the office ( too many positives or borderlines that required  Gyne referral anyways and then the patient would get TWO pelvics ) I always gave the patient a choice of in the office or referral to Gyne. As expected most of the young women chose a referral to a female Gyne. Oh well, I always had a female witness in the room for a pelvic anyways....

tokyowolverine

November 21st, 2020 at 1:00 PM ^

Great analogy Internet Raj. That put into words what I've been wondering about....my bet is that those original pieces of Harbaugh have been replaced with the reprimands of the Athletic Office and donors. 

Toasted Yosties

November 21st, 2020 at 1:04 PM ^

Had a similar ball/leg issue, and also never got a diagnosis, but I had a pleasant conversation during the ultrasound. I was surprised how not weird it was, could have been at the barber. 

AlbanyBlue

November 21st, 2020 at 1:48 PM ^

PUNT: Another Saturday of leaf blowing, with a side of weed trimming on the fences for the last time this season. The place will look pretty great when I'm done, and then I just need to make sure the snowblower starts up and put fuel stabilizer in the mower to be ready for winter. Plus it's a decent day out, and a porch beer will be great.

AB's Saturday 27, Yard Work 14.

COUNTERPUNT: I had all the damn leaves clear, and then the monsoon winds blew juuuust right and I need to work on them again. Pretty much everyone on the block is done but me. And because of the good weather, I have to tend to the fencelines again. Oh well at least there's a porch beer at the end.

Leaves 24, AB's Saturday 23, on a FG as time expires.

If we posit that fall in the northern climes is represented by the changing leaves, then once the leaves are down, is it really fall?

IYAOYAS

November 21st, 2020 at 4:32 PM ^

I once suffered from an inflamed prostate. When the doctor slipped me the ol’ stinky pinky I shot an epic rope an amazing distance...right onto the sneakers of the attractive female tech witnessing. 

Sometimes I think back to that moment and lament that she wasn’t wearing stilettos. 

Blue Vet

November 23rd, 2020 at 8:38 AM ^

Internet Raj, this comment is way late, perhaps too far past the Sell Date for you to notice. But in case you're reliving past glories—your Ship of Theseus analysis was excellent—I'm passing along something I just read.

Of course our bodies are constantly recycling, cell-by-cell, so your musings apply to our physical structure.

Do our personalities completely change as well? This article suggests they do: https://getpocket.com/explore/item/you-re-a-completely-different-person-at-14-and-77-the-longest-running-personality-study-ever-has