I'm going bald there, too. Thanks for the reminder...and thanks to my Dad's radioactive watch made in Japan back in the 1960s....the one with the glow-in-the-dark paint. Should have given me a Geiger counter instead. Lance Armstrong winning a few bicycle races with one ball....BIG DEAL!! Try being a porn star with a radioactive scrotum. Try waking up at dawn, going to chemo, and then doing back-to-back scenes.

No, no....don't call me a hero. It's too soon. Much too soon. When my balls are the size of watermelons, then you can praise me.