There was a defensive tackle in the Canadian Football League in the early 1970's by the name of Greg Pipes. The dad of my best friend growing up was friends with Greg.

When Greg's wife went into labor, things didn't go well and she was unconscious at the end. The hospital gave Greg the forms to fill out, and in his infinate wisdom, named his new son... "Rusty".

Appearantly, his wife did not ahve the same sense of humor.