Deadspin finds an interview with ex-Patriots QB Drew Bledsoe in which he says this:

"The best day of my year was always the day after the season when we landed in Whitefish and I could feel myself exhale. Like the pressure was lifted off my shoulders - a physical feeling when we would get into Whitefish. I always looked forward to that day every year and it never let me down. The worst day of my year was always that last day of my summer. I would sit on the dock at my house on Whitefish Lake with my legs dangling in the water before I would fly back on the plane to training camp."

Now, okay, on the one hand, who can blame him? That sounds like a nice lake and everything. On the other hand, it doesn't make him sound like a guy who's too eager to be playing football for a living. And frankly, to us, that makes his career all the more astonishing: imagine what kind of a career he could have had if he was doing something he actually enjoyed? We sympathize with guys like Bledsoe: it's hard to resist a career in any field when you're actually good at it. There are, one presumes, many voices all pushing you in the same direction. When said career field additionally offers the promise of mind-boggling sums of money, it becomes all the more difficult.

So, hey, good luck with the fishing.