Damn. I got this buddy who lives in suburban DC. Every other year, we meet in Whitehorse, Yukon and fly into a lake with our wives for a week of fishing, drinking and eating. When the Seahawks played the 'Skins in the play offs we had dinner in Whitehorse wagered. Middle of last week I got greedy and went double or nothing on the Superbowl. Damn.
Friends don't let friends eat farmed fish.
"People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would do them harm."