No? Well, you're right; he's not. For the third week in row I managed a last minute victory over my increasingly unstable fishing nemesis, Mr. Grumpypants himself, Chris. You can actually physically see the changes that are happening to this man as week after week he is handed debilitating losses. Last night, the only thing Chris lost was his pride. I guess a little dignity as well, but thats for another post. My brother Rob, on the other hand, a newcomer to our competition, lost a little bit more than pride; he got his tackle-box raided. Now I know what you are all thinking. "Theses guys are so childish." But let me assure you. The quest for the Bassmaster title is serious. Very serious.
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