Yep, I drug myself out into the morning rain and headed north to the Everett Marina stopping at the grocery store to pick up beer along the way. The beer is an offering to our overly dominating skipper in an attempt to limit the f-bombs emitted during the inevitable tangled spinnaker sheet. I think the skipper thinks we (the crew) do this in a thinly veiled attempt at sabotage. Nope, we're just incompetent, sorry skipper.
When you bring up discussions of sailboat racing most people conjure up images like this:
I wish racing was that sexy. Nope. Racing in Port Gardner Bay in the fall and winter series looks much more like this:
It rains a lot, the winds very seldom blow with any authority, and the crews are generally inept. That's OK though because we all have fun and after the skipper calms down a bit and consumes a few beers we think he does too.
Today we were short handed, expecting a very poor showing, and generally taking things less than serious. All the makings for a very fine finish, which we had. I'm sure we corrected up over all the J-boats finishing 1st overall. Good job crew (Miller and I). Oh, you did OK too Skipper.
Cheers!
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