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I'm not an autograph hound, but this is "1 of 1."

Had a wonderfully weird weekend.

On Friday I saw the Fort Worth Symphony's interpretation of Led Zeppelin. (Thumbs up.) On Saturday I attended a Polish 40th birthday party complete with a full, cooked pig on a skewer, potato vodka shots and, yes, a belly dancer. (Two thumbs up.) On Sunday I did something I haven't done in ages: Afternoon nap. (Thumbs down.)

Somewhere in between I finally saw Slumdog Millionaire. Eye-opening, thoroughly enjoyable and, yes, even thought-provoking.

There's this one sick scene that really got me to thinking ... about sports.

At one point an Indian kid makes a gruesome choice: In order to get his hero's autograph, he jumps 15 feet into a pond of human waste.

And so I wonder. Are there any athletes/people alive whose autograph is worth swimming in shit?