More About The Tournament Office

Angler Question: That photo of the Tournament Office is way too adorable to be a normal kid. Has that photo been edited to enhance the cuteness and loveability of that child? Please provide us mere humans with more information about the being known as the Tournament Office.

Tournament Office Response: Excellent question, angler. These sorts of inquiries are indication of the evolving brains of your species. As a reward, in the coming weeks I'll give you several clues about the identity of the Tournament Office.

Clue One:

• The organ of sight
• L+34th President of the United States of America
• My father was a fisherman. My mama was a fisherman's friend and I was born in the boredom and the chowder. So when I reached my prime, I left my home in maritimes and headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England. Holes in my confidence. Holes in the knees of my jeans. I was left without a penny in my pocket. I was about as destituted as a kid could be. And I wished I wore a rings so I could hock it. I seen young girl in a parking lot preaching to a crowd, singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible. Well I told her I was lost and she told me all about the Pentecost. And I seen that girl as the road to my survival. Just later on the very same night she crept to my tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence ended. Well she took me to the woods sayin'"Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"And just like a dog I was befriended. Oh, what a night. Oh what a garden of delight. Even now that sweet memory lingers.I was playin' my guitar lying underneath the stars. Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers for my fingers
• (See picture below)