the Big Buddy sessions: nothing escapes my bottom during play
I make an iron rule: nothing escapes my bottom during play. Not a toot or a whistle. If I play hunched over I play hunched over. I take the discomfort in the name of dignified caution
Context
Struck's mock-solemn answer to the on-court-fart dilemma is, underneath the comedy, a genuine body-discipline creed: "nothing escapes my bottom during play," discomfort borne "in the name of dignified caution," the body's urges wholly subordinated to the match even at the price of playing hunched over. The regimen's ethic of self-denial rendered scatological — every appetite and reflex of the body held in check for the duration of play.