Other than faking an entire signing day ceremony, the strangest story of the week I've found has to deal with Curt Schilling and the Boston Red Sox. 

Curt is hurt.  How hurt is anybody's guess.  Schilling's shoulder is torn to the point that Curt's doctor says it looks like spaghetti.  The only way to fix it: Sugery.

The Red Sox doctor says not so fast.  He believes the shoulder is merely damaged, and not torn, and that rehab is the way to go (though if you listen to Amy Winehouse, she would definitely disagree).

And believe it or not, baseball has a solution for these kind of disagreements.  When there's a disagreement between a team doctor and a personal doctor, they go to an impartial 3rd source: a different team's doctor.

And the Mets team doctor says that Schilling probably should have surgery, but that would sideline him for the season.  So Schilling decided to go against his own doctor's suggestion and try the rest and rehab.

Ridiculous enough yet?  Wait, it gets better.  The reason Schilling decided against surgery was because if he didn't do what the Red Sox said, they could nullify his $8 million contract.

So forget health, forget well being, and even I guess forget what your doctor says.  If your employer has a say, I guess you have to forget it all for the almighty dollar.