Entry 23: Big Caesar
This city has a lot of problems, and I don't just mean the people who live in it.
I was walking down the street to get to Pheebs' one day when I read a sign on the window of the Wang's Bait and Tackle.
"Fishing contest this Saturday. Celebrating the clean up of City Lake."
It needed it; that place is a dump! I didn't care about that however. I just wanted to get my hands on the trophy!
After telling Pheebs about it, she and I spent the week buying our poles, tackle box and all that other necessary junk fishermen use.
On our way out of the store, we saw practically the only two people in two who hadn't heard about the contest…
"Well, well, well...if it isn't football head and tall hairboy."
"Oh hey Helga."
"What's with all the fishing gear?"
"What are you blind? There's a contest Saturday. Read the sign Doi!"
Normally, I'm the one who thinks logically, but football head had to point out there was a slim chance of any fish surviving in that polluted area.
Well, that didn't stop me from insisting I was going to enter and catch the biggest one out there!
Of course, that was Geraldo's que to bring up another of his oh so impressive myths…
"Big Caesar!"
Yeah, like I was supposed to believe there was a ten foot long, spike covered creature swarming the lake...that no one had seen since dinosaurs were roaming the earth!
That was when football head's optimism kicked in and insisted he and Geraldo could not only find, but CATCH the freaky fish!
Although I didn't believe a word of tall hair boy's story (let alone their chances of catching the stupid fish), it was no surprise to me they showed up at the contest.
My love never ceases to amaze me with that 'dream big' attitude of his. I live in a much more realistic world, but that's just one of the many things I find to be so irresistible about him. In this hopeless, boring world, here lies someone who isn't afraid to think beyond reality (let alone look like a fool while doing it).
He proved my point when he and Geraldo were left with the only option of fishing in a lovebird pedal boat. Yeah, I made fun of him, but even my harsh criticism wasn't enough to make him give into how unlikely it was they'd ever catch that crazy thing (let alone see it).
After watching them pedal away, my mind was set on winning first place. I sat there with Pheebs, waiting for a realistically bit fish that would make Arnoldo's story look like a joke.
Sure enough, I saw one. Only problem was...it wasn't mine! Psychic Stinky or should I say Psycho, reeled one in.
Hours later, Pheebs and I stood on stage, being shown up by him and Pink boy.
"Stinky's a moron. It was dumb luck."
My attitude was taken off the contest however when I saw my love returning empty handed, but with a smile on his face. I was happy to mock him and point out how obvious it was I was right. Yet, a part of me can't help but wonder what actually happened out there. With that dream big attitude of his, has come a handful of miracles.
