Interesting times here on the pirate ship.
I shouldn’t say here.
I’m not aboard.
Not on the main ship anyway.
That’s where I took witness this week to the spectacle that was Ohios Tate.
A veteran merchant four years my senior clearly at the end of his rope.
But closed mouths don’t get fed.
So off he went to brazenly besiege the main ship as a fleet of one.
Darting from the ledge of his weathered six-year old pinnace revealing its leaks and barnacles left otherwise hidden underneath.
And swiftly Tate sailed to make waves.
Waves big enough he no doubt knew he would never be able to return from.
Waves that would either be his demise or the reason the captain decided to keep him aboard to reside.
What a spectacle it was.
Whatever your feelings on it are.
This leaves me here thinking.
What’s a fellow apprentice a year and a half in the game to make of all this?
Watching the main ship rock from my merchant dinghy in calm tepid waters.
What am I to learn?
Is this “the way” aboard?
Do I look to the holster of my cutlass as well?
While I rarely draw it, make no mistake.
That’s just not my style.
I aspire to favor my more jovial nature.
But I sure like to!
Of course, this is towards people that I like in a ball busting manner.
Very different than what we all took witness to this past week.
Then again pirates attacking other pirates onboard is also part of pirate ship charm when done organically.
The waters of the raucous stoolie body made that clear this week.
I don’t buy chalking this support up as the work of a few ‘incels’.
I think it was an undercurrent the main ship underestimates.
The Make Barstool Sports Again contingent.
Week 1 of 2022.
I’ve never appreciated a loud farter more in my life.
It’s a slower row than mutiny, but you have to believe a more sustainable route.
This is the only way I’d be willing to risk leaving a pretty darn good 8-5 analyst job.
And I have work yet to do as professed inmy goals for 2024.
This past week does make me wonder.
I guess time will only tell.
And eternally thankful to Big Cat for giving me the chance.
So why write this blog?
While our tactics might differ, Ohios Tate has taught me something.
Closed mouths don’t get fed.
