Time To Sail

After being behind most of the regatta, like 7 

other regattas this season , Eli and Ahmad 

sailing hull #9, cross the bow of Tom and Wes's

 red #3 boat.  Right before the finish, Bradshaw's

hiking strap unexpectedly loosened and he slid

 halfway into the water, causing their boat to slow.  

Luckily, their momentum carried them across in first.  

In the final race, Brady and Welker were trailing 

Manning on the last leg when they decided to take a 

flyer to the right side of the course.  A Hail Mary of 

sorts, but to no avail. Giselle was heard after the 

regatta responding to a heckling crowd at the trophy

 presentation and saying bitterly, "Tom can't steer 

the f****n boat and crew at the same time!"

Foot Ball

I know it's just a game, but it's my game.  And if watching 

something as silly as large men running around holding a 

pointy-ended ball and knocking each other down 

play after play makes someone happy, then that person

should watch. Beside sailing, this pastime simply makes

me happy.  And being happy is good.  Even when we lose,

I still am happy having had the opportunity to watch my team.

When we win, it's gravy.  And if we win it all, icing on the cake.  

Header Photo

To answer a couple questions:  L to R, Baydog, 

cousins Cahil and Adam, and brother Hans.  

The boat we're sitting on is not anywhere near as

classic as a Sneakbox. 

It was a Scorpion, a Sunfish knockoff that my 

Uncle Gordy rented for that summer.

The Penguin behind us on the dolly was Dad's

'Vapor', 5158.  I'm not sure if it was Beaton-

built, or Wright-built out of Philadelphia.  This 

photo was taken from the dock at 829.  If

you look closely, you can see Metedeconk

River Yacht Club just off the bottom batten.

Now Wassail, 8839, was a Beaton that my Dad

had built for him.  I put in a good amount of time

on this boat until I got too big to be Dad's crew.

As lately as 2010, 8839 was being sailed on the Severn River.

Man would I love to buy her back some day!

Doug

I love this guy like a brother.  He was on the way home tonight 

from Long Island where he got his transmission fixed.

He lives in Virginia.  But he knew somebody who in turn knows

somebody who could do it for cheap.  And I convinced him to stop

and have dinner on his way home.  He's staying over because it 

would not benefit him to sit behind the wheel at this point.  I tried 

that when I was 19 and it didn't work out too well.  

So happy to have you, man. 

Tactician

"They're kinda close-hauled to be trying to

set that spinnaker, no?"  That may have been

the last instance in which I wore a life jacket.

And take a look at that thing!