" For the captain it's a swell boat. For the crew it's a hell boat." That was an inscription scrawled in the pilot house of a head boat down in the Gulf. We were fishing for reds and the water was dead flat and the sun blasted down. Most of the customers were drunk or hungover and surly. The fishing was slow. The crew tried to remain positive but I thought they might gut a few of these rednecks and heave 'em overboard.
If I have learned anything over the years, it is to lower my expectations. Certain activities such as fishing and gambling, attending the theater, reallly just about everything, cooking, gardening, golf, the list is endless, are fraught with danger and promise mixed results, if not out right disaster. If you make it through dinner without being poisoned, aren't you really a winner?
So as you are hacking your way through a dismal round of golf, be of good cheer brothers and sisters, it's golf , it's not plumbing.
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