That boy called me the other day and said he was going nuts cause he can't fish this tourney so he can whoop up on you and regain his manhood. Then he started babbling worse than a Billbob Typed paragraph about going to make you pay for his losing sleep, hair and having bad bowel movements. Then it was depression or some crap like that but at that point I was just yeh, uh huh, whatever, just kinda letting him sob into the phone. Kinda felt bad for the ole boy there for a minute