It seems like everybody is sharing their dirty laundry in the media. Add me to the list: I dropped a meatball down the front of my favorite fishing shirt. Despite some quick work with a napkin, the jumping tarpon logo got streaked with spaghetti sauce. I almost cried.

Look, I know it’s only a T-shirt, but it has sentimental value. It’s part of my small collection of event shirts that I begged from tournament directors over the last year. This meatball mishap would not matter to boat guides, tournament freaks, and marina owners who have drawers full of fishing shirts. But I have only five, mostly T-shirts.