Dateline: A Dining Room Table Story
Don’t know about you, but unless you are Barb’s and mine accountant, Dawn, you might not know this about me, I’m not a numbers guy.
I’m a words dude.
Small, short little words.
I don’t get numbers, just don’t register up there. I could write a couple of stories explaining my check book, making the numbers equal out, ain’t going to happen.
So, let me tell you how I manage to room with two numbers guys … Paul Elias and Shaw Grigsby, this is exactly what we do:
In the morning they get up and go fish.
In the morning, I’m usually up before they are. They tell me what they are going to do that day, which usually sound like this: db, going to throw blah blah blah blah over by the little stump back in that blah blah blah…”
Now I’m not hiding their fishing secrets from you, it’s just that they are from Mars, and I’m from…Buffalo.
Not quite the same wavelength on certain things.
So after they fish all day, they weigh in, talk to the press, go find their boat and drive back to where we are staying as I follow them. They go in and get un-fish-like-smelling so we can go out to dinner; and while they do that, I normally hit the send button on whatever story I’m working on.
Then we pile into my 4Runner and we go out for some eats. Now this is the real honest to goodness truth; at the dinner table, on every tournament day, first thing up I ask them this exact question,
“So, how’d you do today…did you catch much?”
Now to be right honest with you, and you can ask the guys themselves, I think the first couple of times I asked that question, it sort of confused them, seeing that in fact when they were up on stage and being weighed in I was about 10 FEET from the whole thing…AND STANDING THERE LOOKING AT THEM.
It’s that numbers thing, I’m telling you.
So when I told Paul, “Hey, dude, I want to do a quick interview with you about going back to Falcon where you caught some big fish or something.”