Those of us oldies all know what this is. The "Night Before" is the worst part. My gawd...two jugs of Drano and hold on. Within an hour, I could fire a round thru the hole of a CHEERIO at 60 feet from that witches brew......and just when you think you're done - that cheeseburger you had in 1974 shuttles thru. Having not done this before, going in I had images in my head of some doctor standing by some steam belching monstrosity with downriggers on it like a backhoe and he's slapping a big ol' hose up against a concrete wall to knock the barnacles off it and yelling "Get him in here, I got a T-off time in 40 minutes!" They rolled me in, told me to think nice thoughts....(?)......sound of crickets. How do you have nice thoughts when you know in a few moments your caboose is going to see a salmon going up stream holding a Polaroid? I dunno, next thing I know I'm out cold and waking up wondering if I should say Thank You or cry....I got the clean bill of health and walked out sideways like John Wayne and whimpered for a Happy Meal afterwards.....I told my wife I've had every orifice in my body checked by a doctor now and that's enough. Get it done....the Happy Meal afterwards is worth it, fellas.