Fishing Derby, or "5% Experience Heirloom Ring!"

I've been trying to hit the Northrend Derby every Saturday.  I decided to start hanging out at the lake in Borean Tundra.  It's a chancy spot -- it can support up to 2 players during the Derby without running out of pools.  If you're lucky, you'll get it all to yourself.  If you're not, four other people had the same idea and you have to fly for 5 minutes to get another spot.

Today, it was me and a random guy at the Tundra lake, and I tried to keep my heartbeat down and normal and tell myself it was all chance and I shouldn't expect to win.  I'd prepared by putting all my video settings to Low except for "Particle Density," which I turned as high as it would go (that's the one that affects the pools you're fishing from).

After about 6 or 7 minutes of nervous casting, I kept thinking "Someone's going to get it soon, someone's going to get it soon . . ."

And then someone did.

I glanced at my loot window as a [Blacktip Shark] dropped into my bags.  I hit my Hearth.  I watched the loading screen with shaking hands.

"Please God, please God, please God . . ."

I hurried out of the Horde inn, mouse over the mount button for the exact moment I entered the city.

"Please God, please God, please God . . ."

Race!  Runrunrunrunrun!  "Please don't let an Alliance get there before I do!  They're so much closer!  OhGodohGodohGod . . .  NOBODY IS TALKING TO HIM YET!  TURN IT IN!"

"THE RING!  SELECT THE RING!"

Dustfire has won the Kalu'ak Fishing Derby!

Out loud: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

I sprint out of office and yell up the stairs to Husband's Best Friend, "I WON!  I WON THE DERBY!"

I hear a vague "Grats!" as I dash into my bedroom.  "I WON!"  I jump on the bed and pounce husband, who rolls over and looks at me groggily.  "I WON THE DERBY!!!"

He continues to look sleepy and confused.

"SORRY I WOKE YOU UP FROM YOUR NAP, I WON THE DERBY!!!"

"Okay . . ."  He gets up, still tired and confused, and goes to find food.  HBF has come downstairs for lunch, and I bounce up and down at both of them.

"I WON THE DERBY!"

"We heard," says HBF wryly.

Husband gives me a hug.

"Are you giving me a hug because you like me or because you want to crush my bones for jumping on you during your nap?"

He grunts, still half asleep.

I smile and hug him back.  "I won the Derby!"

Squee!  Happy!