Well to be honest with you, work is work and play is play. If we are talking about real life here then I will say that a patient is a patient is a patient, and it doesn't matter to me who they are or what they do. A body is a body is a body and I would treat them exactly the same as the homeless person the day before. I would be first and foremost a complete professional. I would be somewhat casual and laid back because that is my personality. As far as getting them ready I would simply tell them, "I need you to take everything off but your undies and we will start with that. (this is for men, women would get a gown, but last I checked football players in the NFL were all men). Then I would give them their exam and when it came time for them to drop 'em I would get a pair of gloves out of the box and as I was putting them on I would look them in the eye and say something along the lines of, "well, you know whats next". Most men get it when I say that, actually I have never had one that didn't.
Now, everyone knows I am a huge Pittsburgh Steelers fan and have been for 39 years. I had a crush on Terry Bradshaw when I was 6, and I love him even more now. He is so funny, I would have never imagined he would be as funny as he is. He played football when they played for the love of the game, back when football was real.
In the case that I should find myself in the position to give Terry Bradshaw a physical, I would walk into the room with a bright red face, embarrassed like a school girl. I would walk up to him and try to look him in the eyes as I told him that I have had a crush on him since I was six, that I consider him one of the best quarterbacks the NFL has or will ever see, that I admire him even more today for his comedic abilities, and I would be finding him someone else to do his physical because it would be very unprofessional for me to continue.
I am sure I would have a very dry mouth and even more sure that I would be stumbling over my words trying to talk to one of my childhood heros. I am sure I would be slightly giggly even though I would be trying my best not to be. Then with my face even more red than when I walked in the door I would try to tell him what an honor, a pleasure, and a dream come true it was to finally meet him. Then I would turn around and walk out the door. Then the next day when I had time to digest what had happened to me the day before I would be arguing with myself over why I didn't touch him, shake his hand or get his autograph, or something, then my professional side would be arguing back about how totally unprofessional and inappropriate that would have been.
So docisin4u, I hope that answers your questions.
Mashie