I know, you’re sitting there inside the Beltway, drinking a Gimlet in the club chair while a servant polishes your tasseled loafers, and you’re thinking, “So what, LSP, if you caught some ridiculous bait fish?”
|The Team’s on Point|
Good question, and here’s the answer. It’s true, I may have been holding down the Compound and getting in some down-and-dirty-by-the-dam fishing, but that doesn’t mean the Team hasn’t been busy elsewhere.
|Sorry, Elites. You Lose|
And look here, all you Ivy League, gravy train elitists, a fish is a fish. Especially when they’re a Redfish. So don’t scorn the Team.