2010 Bassmaster Classic Lay Lake - Birmingham, AL, Feb 19 - 21, 2010

Demons In The Night

About the author

Don Barone

Don Barone

db has been in the reporting biz for over 30 years, won some Emmys and other awards, but is proudest of his four-decade marriage, his two kids and the fact he founded Tackle The Storm Foundation to help children.

Dateline: 2 a.m.


" ... staring twenty years into the future

wondering if that's me that I see ... "

It's not about the ring.

It's not about the trophy.

It's about the nights.

And the demons within.


" ... wrinkles carved out by emotions

Standing in water up to my knees ... "

Winning isn't about winning.

Winning is about losing.

Winning is the day.

Losing is the night.


" ... and you know that it's all anybody can do

just to be who we are ... "

Winning is today.

Losing is forever.

Winning is a crowd.

Losing is alone.


" ... and the water it grows

and it covers your soul ... "

Fifty-one anglers.

Alone in the night.

Dreams of a win.

Nightmares of a loss.


" ...and it carves up the world

Like it carved up the stone ... "


Losing is for winners

Trophies come with salad and rolls.

And banquet chicken.

Round tables with too many forks.

Friends, colleagues, and shirt collars that won't button.

Combed hair, shined shoes, limos with champagne.

At some point, between coffee and cleanup, the lights go down, and someone stands up.

The banquet room gets quiet.

Your table goes silent.

And your brain starts to scream.

"Will it be me?"

"Was it better than good?"

"Was it great?"

And then the person with the light shining on them says something you don't hear.

Words about "deserving" and "everybody."

None of it is true. Just polite.

No one deserves to win.

To win you have to take it, fight for it, scream, claw, kick, bite, sweat, cry, lose sleep, lose time, push, push, push.

If not, you deserve to lose.

And then the person with the light shining on them asks for the envelope.

And your life.

I know, I've sat at round tables. With too many forks.

And the remains of banquet chicken.

And me.

I never look at the person with the light shining on them. I stare at my cup of black coffee, and the tiny circles of waves, that is me.

I hear the fumbling with the envelope.

I hear the room breathing as the person with the light shining on them sees the name.

I watch the rings of the coffee waves.

I hear the person with the light shining on them adjust the microphone, and their throat.

I watch the coffee waves.

And I hear someone else's name.

Not mine.

I clap. For them, not me.

And drink the coffee waves.

While trying to smile.

While trying to say something.

While trying to breathe.

In the spotlight, the winner.

In the dark, me.

Winning helps you sleep.

Losing keeps you awake.

I have a fireplace mantle full of wins.

I have a darkened bedroom ceiling full of loses.

I am driven to not lose, as much, if not more, than driven to win.

I never, never, get over the losses. I've come in second. It sucks.

Losses drive me to wins.

Those competing in the Bassmaster Classic know this feeling.

Fifty-one dreaming of a win.

In the end, one will sleep.

Fifty will not.


" ... mountains of impassible proportions

that only exist inside our minds

that only exist inside our minds."


Water

ALO

— db

Don Barone is an award-winning outdoors writer and a member of the New England Outdoor Writers Association and the Outdoor Writers Guild of the U.K. You can reach db at www.donbaroneoutdoors.com.

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