Confession time: the only time I have ever [expletive] myself beyond being a small, small child was during a baseball game in high school. I was battling the flu, somehow managed to crank a double and then stupidly tried to stretch it in to a triple. I slid in to 3B and was out by a mile, but as I got to my feet I just started farting uncontrollably. It was like a foghorn was sounding for a good 10 seconds straight. I didn't even feel a point of no return or anything like that; it's like my terrible slide (in my fevered haze I basically just Roast-kicked into the air and landed flat on my side) just rattled my guts so much they unleashed. Fortunately I was so pooped out already I was just spraying foam, but still, it was humbling.