I have written in the past about my propensity
for being a fair-weather baseball fan. This season has really found it to be
true since I don’t think I have checked out the standings since the Rocks were
eliminated in mid July. After a really long work week I sat down Saturday night
and wanted to watch a little college football and found that only baseball and
nascar were on. I still have most of my teeth so I opted for baseball(hehe). As
the first inning came to a close I realized it was the first game I had watched
since the World Series last year. The Tigers scored fairly early and I watched
inning after inning the Sox getting no hit. Every inning they seemed to have at
least one batter walk and get into scoring position and then a strikeout would
smash all hope. Finally in the bottom of the ninth and one out, the mighty sox
got their one and only hit of the game followed by a couple outs and game over.
I never thought the game would be so closely replayed the next day on the
river.
Cat and I were so excited to go fishing Sunday after the incredible
evening we had on the water Friday. Kind of like the Sox after eliminating
Tampa. We got to the water at about 12:30 and jumped right in. My second cast
of the day I hooked and landed my best fish of the day, a 20 and a half inch
rainbow. I hooked a few more in that hole, landing one and losing the other. As
I was leapfrogging Cat I noticed that she had hooked a few but both had come
unbuttoned. I had walked down and around the corner when Cat caught me and
laughed that she was already O for four. As she moved into the next hole I
watched her fight and lose another fish but this one had actually broken her
off on a rock. She retied and lost another and then another break off when she
hung her head and said O for seven. We continued to head down stream with me
watching her lose fish after fish, it reminded me a little of “The Curse of the
Winston” she had dealt with last winter, or the Red Sox batters. O for twelve,
thirteen, fourteen, and I could see the frustration starting mount on her face(
luckily no beard to hide the frustration). Winston had even stopped walking toward
her when she would hookup, I guess he felt like it was more work than it was
worth(hehe). Anyway the bugs began to diminish at around four and we started
making our way back toward the car. I was fishing my second to last run of
the day when I looked down and watched Cat fight and finally land a 14inch bow.
I didn’t yell out loud but I was happy for her none the less. When we got to
the car she was laughing and telling me that her one fish was almost lost as
well as all the others. As she was fighting it she watched its head come out of
the water and shake out the hook only to have the last fly lodge in its tail. I
got to thinking how the Rockies radio guys would make the call, “ if you are
keeping score at home that would be scored E-7 but at least we have another man
on base”.
I keep telling our readers about how non competitive I am, but I also
had to remind Cat that like so many shutouts all I needed was the first inning scores
to win. On the way home we talked about how much fun it was regardless of the
amount of netted fish.
After dinner Sunday evening, we sat down and began watching our usual
Sunday night shows when I happened to change the channel and see the Sox were
playing again. It was the fifth inning and the Sox were being no-hit again and
I told Cat that she was way better than the Sox because she would not get
two no-hits in a row. I flipped back later just in time to watch Big-Papi
tie the game with a Grand Salami and told Cat that that looked a little more
like her. Next time out, I have no doubt I will be the jealous one and Winston
may be following her all day…
As always, Connell, Cat, Winston and The Drift Fly Shop would like to
thank you for reading….
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