I haven't had a decent night's sleep in a week, and this week will only be worse. Friday night, I won't sleep a wink. Saturday morning, I'll be camped out in my stand at least an hour before daybreak, just sitting there chewing my fingernails into the meat with my stomach in knots.

How is this fun? I'm not quite sure, but all I know is that I've only got about 113 hours to go.