. . . try 71 more times!
Imagine being paid a stud fee, thinking you must be a real virile dynamo, and finding out something else entirely. What goes up must come down. Apparently, he went up and down 72 times and his ego followed, but after his 72 attempts failed his ego must have crashed hard and burned. Still it must have been a wild ride and, as far as objects to mount, he won the jackpot. Of course, she wouldn't have been my choice, but then I'm not a breeder, either.
The object of his lengthy distraction:Go ahead, try to convince me that truth isn't stranger than fiction.