By Andrea Rouda
Why would he go, you wonder. Well, to go ice-fishing. Which means, to sit on a frozen lake and dangle a fishing line into a hole in the ice, for hours on end.
The draw is drinking beer, if you ask me, and plenty of it, along with some other guys who are around, all of them talking “man talk.”
Oh, did I mention he first has to drive two hours to an airport, then fly for 3½ hours, spend the night in a hotel, then drive five hours (across the frozen landscape) to get to the little hole in the ice?
See what I mean? It’s embarrassing. Especially since he doesn’t fish.
Andrea Rouda blogs at The Daily Droid.