On the fourth of July this year, I took my family to a friend’s lake house, where we spent the day away from computers, technology, and fancy city life in general to embrace the great outdoors. We swam in the lake, kayaked, and most importantly, we went fishing.
There’s something about fishing that I just don’t understand. I have a rough idea where fish live, and a rough idea what they want to eat. I know how to set a hook, and how to move a lure. Yet somehow, whenever I throw a line into the water, my lure has the effect on fish activity that Chernobyl had on real estate pricing in the area. And I wind up frustrated and fishless, having only dozens of murdered worms to show for my day’s work.
Like Ubaldo Jiminez’ mechanics, I have no idea what is wrong. I see the 2010 equivalent Ubaldo fisherman next to me reeling fish in left and right. Next to him is me, 2012 Ubaldo, doing exactly the same things, and getting completely different results. Whatever it is, it is entirely frustrating to watch, like 2012 Ubaldo pitching, and leaves me baffled and angry when I leave the lake, like 2012 Ubaldo pitching. And I wonder what I could have done with the money I spent on the gear and bait, and the prospects of the day I traded away, like 2012 Ubaldo does.