I’m going to take you inside Cliff Pace’s head at the top of every hour from now until it’s time for him to check in. This is just pure guessing/editorializing, in case that isn’t clear, we don’t have the technology to actually get inside his head … yet. At this point, I really thought he’d be celebrating in his head, but this is getting serious.
You know what sounds a lot better than two fish? Four fish. Wow. I would have gone all Jimmy Houston on those two fish if I wasn’t still terrified that they won’t be enough.
One more. Just one more. Give me another flurry and maybe a 3-pounder.
I remember when I woke up this morning and thought: You know what would be awesome? Five hours without a bite.
I was wrong about that. That was not awesome. Wish I would have known ahead of time. I would have taken a nap.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to feel that slight tug on the end of my line. I was starting to wonder if this was just one long nightmare.
Here we go. This is what we dream about. One hour, one fish, one Classic. Just me and the bass. Game on.