March Madness

He’s a blue-chipper, a top seed, the defending champ. Fish don’t count wins and losses. But by the record kept in pounds, inches and days in the water, he’s undefeated. It’s a single elimination world, and he’s still in the game, with a bellyful of losers.

I’m a hack, a part time amateur, nobody’s idea of a lottery pick. Like most fishermen, I do keep count. The numbers aren’t flattering. But as long I keep turning up, I get my shot at the title, just like everyone else.

Because you never know, in any given season, on any given day, with any given cast the miracle could happen… and everybody loves an underdog.

So what do you say big fella, wanna dance?