Is it the pros, the organizations or the fans sowing division in the ranks?

 There's an old adage you draw more flies with honey than with vinegar.  Well, there's something more powerfully potent than honey.  That would be bullsh#t!  There is a huge, steaming pile centrally located among the bass boats.

Anyway, the brain trust at the big, bad, centrally located coffee urn, are convinced of importance beyond their worth.  Lacking evidence of such they continue to hatch plots of like tykes believing they can get Mommy and Daddy back together and be one happy family again.  How absolutely mental is that?

The tournament anglers were basically rodeo livestock,  The fans whooped and cheered.  The cattle owners counted their wealth and the pros were fed just enough to remember they were still hungry.  It's a damn good thing you can fish 'til your 90, you're going to need to.

Back to the fans, still living their happy family, Kumbaya, wet dream.  Nothing like a 20 year note on a piece of fiberglass, an outboard, electronics and metal, graphite and plastic to "live the dream"!  It seems enough of the pros said "Bawls ta dat!" and struck out on their own.  And the guy with the 20 year note on a piece of fiberglass, an outboard, electronics and metal, graphit and plastic to "live the dream" gets pissed at the guy who wants his slice of the pie.  Typical.  Let me munch enough grass, fatten me up, an electrode in my skull and another up my ass and throw the switch.  'Merica!