My thirteen-year-old nephew Desmond begins every sentence in one of three ways: “Wouldn’t it be crazy if…”, “It would be so awesome if…” and “Wouldn’t it totally suck if…” His imagination is always busy at work concocting theoretical scenarios that are either crazy, awesome or totally sucky.
Desmond and I were sitting at the stern of a little fishing boat bobbing in the warm, blue-green water of the Sea of Cortez, when he asked, “Wouldn’t it be crazy if I caught like fifty fish and you didn’t catch any?” Like most teens, Desmond has a preternatural ability to sense and exploit the weaknesses of adults. He knows that my ego is heavily linked to my successes and failures as a fisherman and was trying to razz me. “Yeah, that would be crazy,” I said. “But you know what would be even crazier? If I threw you overboard.”
Fishing with a smart-ass teenager can be very tricky, especially if you fancy yourself a seasoned fisherman like I do. Desmond fished with the same cool confidence (or “swag” as he liked to call it) with which he did everything else. He had already reeled in a large yellow snapper, while I, the supposed fishing expert, hadn’t caught a thing. Every few minutes he turned to me and in his best mock-sincere voice asked, “Have you caught anything yet?”
“Yeah,” I said, “I caught a whale shark a few minutes ago, but I threw it back because I know you’re scared of sharks.”
He laughed. “That would be awesome if you did catch a whale shark.” Then as if to himself, “Or anything for that matter.” I took a deep breath and reeled in my line to check my bait.