I am profoundly over my head in this sport. It's like when I snorkeled in the choppy Mediterranean on windy days in my youth, and I kept getting mouthfuls of Greek sea water instead of air.



I once swam up to an octopus sitting on a rock, put my speargun to his stupid fish head, and shot him like a Viet Cong prisoner. We ate him for dinner.

Just sayin'.