The Art of Fishing

I am not an avid fisherman. My brother is. When I go fishing with my brother, I am quite honestly ass at it. However, I love crushing foamers. I sit in the boat, cast, sip, cast, sip, cast, sip, nibble, pull, damn nothing on the hook. Ill look at my brother and he is ripping lips from fish, but when he is at his happiest, its a big fish, a different kind of fish, a new trophy.

What if you were to go fish, and catch the same fish every time? You show up, cast, oh wow a little sunfish. Cast, another fish. Would it lose its appeal?

Now Lon, why are you writing this blog. Well, you out there know exactly why. I am seeing fishing where folks in the burnerverse are getting the satisfaction of hooking the same fish. Throw a worm out there, you are going to get the same fish every time.

I am calling for a mix up in the fishing. I believe we should go for big fish. Currently, Montreal Canadiens fans. They are nervous for the Winged Wheel to come in and take their little playoff dreams away. We fish there. We bait the hook, we cast, we sip, we reel them in, and we cherish the new fish together.

How about the Yankees when Skubal throws 15 strikeouts on a Tuesday in the 35 degree weather (build the dome.,)

What we can’t do in this burnerverse, is continue to fish in the same pond with the same bait, catching the same fish. That will bite every time. Self admittedly, this fish (who will not be named) is brainwashed. He has to bite.

Hope this makes sense, LGRW,
-Lon