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Yer killing me... I've told you this many times, the root of your anger comes from wearing that damn Donald Chester Albert Belle Cleveland Indians jersey... Some sort of emotional osmosis has possed the shirt and in turn, your fishing habits. You could have gotten a new one when he was in Balt'more with a milder attitude a la Carl Everett but NO, you had to continue to wear that shirt fishing where the sun could burn too many holes in your skull (OK, moon burn maybe).
Actually, the problem probably is a result of not getting out enough for quality fishing. The running with half-packed gear at the last minute to grab a tide before the skeeters come out in conjunction with all the other extraneous crap going on in life sometimes makes us flaky out on the suds (surf, not beer maaaa) instead of enjoying it for what is supposed to do for us (obsession aside)...
Speaking of which, are you coming this weekend? Give me a call (I lost your work # when my computer did that high speed, gear-up landing...
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