You gotta do what you gotta do, man.
This is what happens when you have to play a football game at 9 a.m. local time. His body clock isn't used to being out on the field at this time, it's used to being on the toilet for that morning poop. And you don't have a much better opportunity to remove yourself from the game than right after a sack. You did your job for the team, now you can go take care of what you need to take care of for yourself.
At the end of the day, as the old saying goes, shit happens.