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alikiWhen I get a nibble on the end of my line, I get excited. I try to even guess what I've hooked. Striped bass bite, bite several times, then pull. Hard. Flukes bite and hang; but sometimes they are so light, you can barely feel the extra weight. Then there are bluefish. And of course, a million and one sea robins (ones you *don't* want...) It's fun to feel how each one bites, how each one pulls. It's like reaching your hand into a candy jar and groping for the Tootsie Roll (or whatever your favourite candy is) and trying to find it without looking into the jar.
NY Yankee vs. Toronto Blue Jays on Saturday afternoon. Bottom of the 9th inning, score's 5-3 favouring the Blue Jays. Jorje Posada is up to bat, bases loaded, he has the chance to win the game for the Yankees. Everybody in the stadium are on their feet. It comes down to ball 3 strike 2 (umm... I don't know how to talk baseball talk. *laughs*) The next pitch decides the game. Now isn't that why you love baseball??
NY Yankee vs. Toronto Blue Jays on Saturday afternoon. Bottom of the 9th inning, score's 5-3 favouring the Blue Jays. Jorje Posada is up to bat, bases loaded, he has the chance to win the game for the Yankees. Everybody in the stadium are on their feet. It comes down to ball 3 strike 2 (umm... I don't know how to talk baseball talk. *laughs*) The next pitch decides the game. Now isn't that why you love baseball??
