Paging fake Dr. Terry...fake Dr. Terry...& The "Hail Mary"

So as soon as I put scrubs on through some sort of fabric/textile osmosis I start thinking I am a doctor. Similar to thinking you are a emerging expert on emergency medicine after watching ER with your mom every thursday night. I tagged along with my sister in-law Elizabeth for a rhinoplasty earlier this week. Her doctor allowed me to photograph the surgery and document the entire procedure from start to finish. It was a pretty interesting experience. While shooting I didn't ever gag or close my eyes and hold the shutter button down like I had anticipated. I don't have the highest tolerance for blood and guts so I was pretty nervous. I even tried watching a full episode of Dr. 90210 but we all know the rhinoplasty surgeries aren't the ones keeping the ratings up. While I was shooting I didn't cringe or wince at all, later that night as I went through the photos with my brother Jeff, (Elizabeth's husband) I think I said the word GOO! like twelve times and have whiplash from jerking my head anywhere but infront of the computer screen. I will spare all of you faithful blogfans and post the pics on a separate gallery somewhere with a big disclaimer. It was all very interesting and a good experience. I have to acknowledge Elizabeth for being such a good sport about letting me tag along. In the final seconds of a football game often the quarterback will throw a long pass almost blindly into the endzone with hopes that a reciever will pick it up. This is commonly known as a "Hail Mary" pass. In photography there is something similar, whenever you hold the camera up over a mob of paparazzi or turned around on yourself without looking through the camera it is also considered a "Hail Mary". A co-worker covering a football game in Las Vegas emailed just about the entire newsroom a picture of him standing sandwiched between two showgirls dressed like peacocks in a casino lobby, Hail Mary style. This image started the highly intellectual conversation of who we would ever "Hail Mary". Couple guys asked me the "returned missionary" whether I would if I met Pres. Hinckley. One co-worker said, "If I met Denzel Washington I probably would, but just cause I know he would want me to." I thought and thought, maybe Dr. Albert Schweitzer, David Bowie, or Cyndi Lauper (just so I could email it to my mom and say I had just eloped). I didn't really give a good answer to those engaged in the conversation because I really couldn't think of anyone. Weeks later I sat in a laundromat waiting for my black socks to turn the rest of my underwear blue as I went through my take of the surgery. In the pre-op room where we spent a good three hours Elizabeth and I had a good talk. After hanging with her and watching at what a good sport she was through the whole thing I am proud to have finally found someone I could (in all my presumptiousness) "Hail Mary".