Sometimes the fish wins, while I was removing the spear from his gut, he reached out and bit me below the teet. "Ouch, he friggin' bit me!".
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Click Here to see the bite mark
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.
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My hard work in keeping in shape has inspired WPLG to feature me in their healthy living segment. Here is the promo of me in beast mode pumping iron.
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It really couldn't have worked out better. My Son turned 13 this weekend, and all he wanted to do was take his friends fishing. My buddy Sam and I put 'em on the fish. Seriously, either we're getting good, or we are getting lucky.
AJ and nice bull Dolphin
The 3 Amigos
We fished out of the Holiday Isle Marina at the Postcard Inn in Islamorada. This was Friday afternoon. I got to the boat at 3, ran offshore, found some birds and caught all these nice fish. Back at the dock for cocktails by 5:30! Yeah, that's a good day.
Day two, slower fishing, but we got em. Saturday was rough, and there were 8000 boats, a lot of guys got skunked. Not us.
Oh, and Sunday? I brought the Hectic Daze home, and by 9:30 am we had all these. I'm wiped out!
Action shot of a big Dolphin attacking AJs bait.
Sunset in Islamorada
Driving past the famous sandbar, I spotted this sick yacht. I wonder what these people do?
We cruised by the legendary Stiltsville in the bay. If those walls could talk.
Once a year during Sunfest, I stay at the Breakers hotel. Here's why:
I hate this expression, but since I don't want to give actual dates, I will just start this conversation off with, "back in the day". Back in the day, I was a valet parker and a bellman at the very famous Breakers hotel in Palm Beach. I credit these years with me becoming the smart ass I am today on the radio because, I was thrust into the world of making the quick buck at a very young age with a group of men, who were craftier and crustier than I was, but I was a quick study. I basically had to unload a guests car, park it, and carry their luggage to their room. If I did a good job at that, I would be rewarded with a handsome tip. A "Fin" was five bucks, A Sawbuck was a ten, a double saw a twenty and a C note: A hundred, They didn't come that often, but when they did, it was sweet.
I left the Breakers and went to the University of Florida, but always hold those years in high regard, so much so that I said, "one day, when I can afford it, I'm going back as a guest". I accomplished that , and I drive my wife and Son nuts with it. Why? Because I can't check into the hotel without telling every employee that, "ya know, Sonny, I used to work here". My family rolls their eyes while I try and impress to the bellhop that I was a former employee. They're always gracious, but I'm sure I annoy them. Let me just say this: The hotel was always about great service and man alive, they haven't missed a beat. I know they have good summer rates, and if you ever want to treat yourself, I highly recommend it.
Side note HMF: they just opened up a new concept restaurant that is really a killer bar, and it's called HMF. What a great idea: a 1940's era type supper club, with music, a lively atmosphere, classic cocktails and small plates. We ended up ordering the whole menu! One part of the menu is sushi, another part is food inspired by gourmet food trucks (duck pot stickers!), and it just keeps going. You drink a little, you order a few plates, you drink some more, you get it. Highly recommended. Oh, and it rocks until 2am, but I was long gone by then. Because Back in the day, I could hang.
Gina marveling at the architecture.
A really nice toilet. I took full advantage.
Ok, it was after Sunfest and I was slightly buzzed.
The ceiling of the Gold Room, they do wedding ceremonies and killer cocktail parties in here.
Early morning swell on Breakers Beach, Singer Island in the distance.
Check out this bad ass skim boarder! I've never seen anything like it.
I got pounded, and so did the wife. But that is unrelated to the surf.
Before my degree.
After my degree, but look at the face of the black dude in the front row: "who is this guy I'm posing with?" Hilarious