I don't know what happened. I was on vacation, thinking to myself, "I'll be damned if I'm going to cut a good day of Texas fishing for some hurricane that I didn't start!" Next thing I know I'm being whisked off to Louisiana on Chopper One and dropped out of the plane on these damn marionette strings with somebody standing in the plane door telling me what to say. If I hadn't actually been standing right dere, I'd have sworn it was the corned beef pastrami and sauerkraut (hic!) I had for dinner last night.