If you haven’t seen the movie The Perfect Storm, I’ll give you a quick synopsis. George Clooney is the skipper of a commercial swordfishing boat, and he leads Mark Waulberg and a crew of hopeful salts on an ill-fated fishing trip. They head out to sea amidst what seems like everything falling apart in their world. They keep pressing further and further out to sea until they get to the Flemish Cap, where the fish are. They keep pressing eastward to where they could succeed, ignoring the fact that their ice machine that would preserve the fish on the return trip was a rattling piece of garbage that may never get their catch back to port, and ignoring that there was a huge convergence of storms in their path back home.
PD’s Postulations: Thoughts on the UF-Georgia Catastrophe
