The morning of third day of the FL300 as I walked to the boat I remember thinking "this has got to be dumbest thing I've ever done and you guys have some kind of brain dysfunction." But before the KPRR weekend was out I was already making plans and closing deals for next year assuming Chuck, Warren and Craig are up for another go.
Did you wake up Friday morning with a sort of malaise that you weren't getting ready to shove off the beach?
