Monday, October 16, 2006
My son is a competitive Bass Fisherman. Whenever possible we attend his tournaments. It's not like other sports. You don't see "the game" start (unless you go with them at 4AM for blast off) and you see none of their moves during the day. The supporters linger on the shore, waiting for the appointed weigh-in time of their champion. Each two man team totes their days bounty to the scales as the onlookers hold their breath. It's over in a blink. Quiet moments like the one in this vinette surround the day. I live for these moments.