As chairman of the Miami Dolphins fishing tournament, along with my buddies Jeff pack and stan Rudman we spent months upon months working to make this tournament nearly flawless. My big night is the Saturday night of the fishing tournament it's the awards banquet and the way we make most of our money for the foundation is through our live auction, which I run. So the Friday night kickoff party comes, I have a few cocktails we go out for a celebratory dinner, and that's when I felt a twinge in my throat. By the time I woke up to fish, the dude was full on sick, but I sucked it up and went anyway: bad call. It was 90 degrees out, And I was shivering. By the time we got back to the doc I had a 102 fever. So much for the awards banquet I hit the hotel room and found my wife with the same fever still in bed...all day! so we both laid there in our sickness and missed the party. I'll be back next year with a vengeance.
This is what it looks like to be sick on the boat.
Me, in center..with the Miami Dolphins. All of them. Hartline to my right, Rtan Tannehill two to my left. How many of them knew I had the makings of the typhoid flu in my system. Ironically, Sunday morning I saw Ryan at checkout and he said he had a scratchy throat!
Trying to smile as my bud, Mitch a widom holds up some nice tunas, but I'm really I'll here.