FanHouse Pete Carrol

To poop in private or not to poop in private, that is is the question. Whether tis nobler for Stanford's Jim Harbaugh to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous public urination or oppose them. Such is the ruminative monologue racing through the minds of Stanford supporters in the wake of this announcement: a Stanford booster built a $50,000 to $70,000 private bathroom for coach Jim Harbaugh. Why was this private bathroom necessary? According to Harbaugh, "It cuts down on drag."

This morning over at his eponymous sports blog, Dan Shanoff made an astonishing confession:

This fall, every Saturday I will wake up with rabid anticipation, choose between a dozen different possible "lucky" outfits, then set up (or stand up) on the couch next to my wife to root on my Florida Gators football team.

Or should I say: HER Florida Gators football team.

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That was the initial attraction to this woman across the table from me on our first date. I have heard stories of people on dates with successful professionals and fantasizing themselves as spouses of a doctor or hedge-fund manager; I sat across from my date and imagined how happy I would be married to a fan of a great sports team.

Now, in my younger days, I might have taken this opportunity to bust on dear old Dan. I'm sure you'd be familiar with all of the old standbys by now, so there's no need to go over them again. Safe to say, if you're a guy and you grew up in North America -- I usually write about the NHL so excuse me for including our Canadian cousins -- you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Fortunately for me, time and tide have made me all the wiser, and led me to conclude that Dan's decision was the right one on more levels than he could possibly know. Why do I say that? Because, unlike Dan, when I had the chance to glam onto the loyalties of a woman who was a fan of one of college football's most storied teams, I blanched.

Did I mention that I did it twice?