I missed the final regular season TTZ event at Waco yesterday. \u00a0I’m pretty bummed about it. \u00a0It was a very tough decision since I knew that if we missed it, we wouldn’t qualify to fish the championship. \u00a0We’re going to miss the championship now. \u00a0Freakin’ sucks. \u00a0Yesterday, I woke up at about 1 AM feeling really nauseous. \u00a0I knew instantly what was wrong. \u00a0Food poisoning. \u00a0It was those dang homemade potstickers. \u00a0I haven’t thrown up in probably 7-8 years. \u00a0As I made my way to the bathroom I thought, ok, maybe if I can just throw up, I’ll feel better and everything will be fine. \u00a0Sure enough, I threw up, and well… only kind of felt better. \u00a0I went back to bed hoping that with a little more sleep I’d wake up at 2 AM, which was when my alarm was set to wake up to get ready to leave for Waco, and that I would feel ok. \u00a0When the alarm went off at 2, I really didn’t feel much better. \u00a0As I got ready to leave, I kept having to go back to the bathroom because I kept thinking I was going to throw up. \u00a0My mind kept going back and forth about what to do, and finally after a 30 minute battle of not throwing up, I told myself, I haven’t thrown up yet, just tough it out and see what happens. \u00a0I figured if I could just make it to pick up my tournament partner, Stephen, then I could have him drive the truck the 2 hours to Waco and I could try to get some sleep and hopefully feel better by the time we got to Waco. \u00a0I went outside, hooked up the trailer, put the truck in drive, and went… nope, here it comes. \u00a0I rushed back inside and threw up again. \u00a0I sat in the bathroom for another 10 minutes, bolstered myself up again, and went back to the truck. \u00a0I CAN DO THIS. \u00a0I made it 3 minutes down the road, trying to push off the nausea. \u00a0Nope, here it comes again. \u00a0I pulled over into a church parking lot, stumbled out of the truck, and held onto a tree while my body purged more of last night’s dinner. \u00a0I laid there in the dark parking lot for 5 minutes before I finally admitted defeat. \u00a0I can’t do this. \u00a0As I laid there, I thought, Heavenly Father, surely there’s a reason for this. \u00a0Surely You have some wise purpose for me not fishing this tournament. \u00a0You know that this was the only way I was going to not go. \u00a0A simple spiritual prompting telling me to not go wouldn’t have been enough. \u00a0I’m pretty stubborn like that when it comes to fishing and especially a tournament. \u00a0I don’t know what His wise purpose was, but I trust that there was one. \u00a0I finally called Stephen as I laid there in this parking lot to give him the news. \u00a0It ain’t happening today. \u00a0Sorry man, go back to bed.<\/p>\n
I made my way back home and spent the rest of the night in and out of the bathroom. \u00a0As I write this now, it’s Sunday morning, the day after. \u00a0The last 24 hours has been hell, but I think it’s mostly over. \u00a0I’ll tell you what, I am going to be a food sanitation freak from now on. \u00a0Food poisoning, never, ever, again.<\/p>\n
I still have no idea what His wise purpose was in me missing that tournament and therefore the championship, and I may never know, but I do trust that there was one. \u00a0He knows best. \u00a0He always does, and things always have a tendency to work out.<\/p>\n
I think I’ll go fishing tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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