I wasn't going to touch this one, BUT since I got YANKED in,
Thanks Tox, like Kid Rock says (that always is playing at Neeley's) "It ain't braggin mother F@#$#@" if you can back it up!"
Mac, people who with the powerball DO spaz, probably much work than Ike did. There just aren't any cameras around to capture it when they realize they've won. And to the rest who don't like him, don't watch. I'm not saying I would act that way, but let me set the stage for you:
You've wanted to fish for a living AND be successful at it your whole life. You get your break and are doing it. You qualify for the mother of all tourneys, the pinnacle of the sport, the Bassmaster Classic. You make the final cut and everyone is pulling in 6-10 lb limits. A 3 lb fish is considered a monster ("big fish" is a relative term. I have seen 7 lbs win a tourney), and you tie into a 2 1/2 lber that you are certain will likely win the tourney for you. And you ALL are standing here and telling me that you wouldn't FREAK out at the idea that you probably just achieved what millions would like to and can't in a lifetime of attempts. That you probably just became a household name, and overnight millionaire. Sorry, I don't buy, any one of you who is at all competitive in fishing or any other sport, would wet your pants and scream like a little school girl with her skirt pulled down! There, I'm done now. Funny how we can all pass judgement on someone else, without ever getting to know them, and yet dismiss antics of our own as "special circumstances".