I'm not sure what it takes to be a doctor, clearly, but screaming out of frustration in the O.R. I'm sure is frowned upon. While Trent and I may have the operating precision of an alcoholic civil war surgeon amputating while being shelled with artillery fire, at least you can't knock us for trying. If the family of the deceased watch the video of us BUTCHERING their loved one, they'd totally understand we did our best.
Not to be overshadowed by us killing our patient is the massive Australian south paw that was pitching 75 mph at our heads all season in little league. This kid would have been INCREDIBLE if he had any control over his ball placement, BUT your at bat was stepping in the batters box, closing your eyes until you got hit in the side with a wild pitch. Can't remember the kid's name, but it's the only time I've ever been afraid the ball.