Captain's Log: Stardate 10506.3
Never in my life have I been so disappointed that I couldn't get to Philadelphia. In fact, I can't remember ever just wanting to go to the so-called City Of Brotherly Love (That does make sense, though -- There are a lot of "brothers" there.) Still, with the Atlantic City and Liberty Landing Strictly Sail Boat Shows canceled and moved to the land of cheese steaks, I wanted to go, had plans to go, and was very upset that I was unable to go.

Initially the plan was to pick up Commanders Dave and Richard in Shuttlecraft Xterra and brave I-95 in the approaching storm. At the time, Fox News was saying we'd get four to seven inches of snow. A lot of snow to be sure, but no match for Xterra's kick-ass four wheel drive and six disc CD stereo.

By Friday afternoon, the national weather service issued warnings as if Armageddon was a day away. "White-out conditions", "State of emergency", "Avoid all travel", "Slay a goat and drink it's blood before dawn to survive" and so on. I called the crew and canceled our voyage.

My father called a few times later on that afternoon to suggest alternative modes of transportation. How touching it was to see just how much he wanted to spend a day with his son at the show. But then his real motive became clear. He wasn't SIC and he was happy about it -- and it was as if he didn't know if there would be a next time he wouldn't be SIC again. He had a day of freedom and now he was going to lose it. I could hear the desperation in his voice. So sad.

So we looked into trains. Metro-North, MTA Subway, Amtrak, SEPTA. I checked into the past history of similar storms and how it affected these modes of travel. Delays. Hours-worth. Yuck.

And the next morning the storm hit. And the road closure reports started coming in. And the train delay reports started coming in. But was it really that bad outside?

That would be a yes.

So the show was a no go. No gear. No supplies. No cheese steaks.

And, worst of all, no discussions with a boat dealer in Annapolis about Eclipse or Morning Glory. Oh well. There's always email.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 10504.7
Believe it or not, USS Eagle’s Captain Ernie Bivona is in discussions now with a freelance television producer to create a reality television series based around the 2005 racing performance of Eagle. Supposedly, Ernie has been discussing the project with possible sponsors including RayMarine and UK Sails. Wednesday Night Racing would feature prominently during the series.

We spoke about the project for some time, where I explained to Captain Bivona the numerous concerns I had. Included in those concerns were the disruption of racing, the liability of video cameras and the liability of non-racer cameramen. I also mentioned I was worried regarding a national television program showing the giant unauthorized Paramount Pictures trademark on my hull.

I did say, however, that there were many moments in all three Eagle’s histories that I had wished were caught on television so I could TiVo them and watch them over and over and over again. For some strange reason, he didn’t appreciate that.

And, as Lt. Mitch pointed out, naming the show could be an issue as most of the appropriate names have been taken (Fear Factor, Survivor, Gilligan’s Island, The Biggest Loser, etc.)

Still, Ernie must be made aware that there are some people’s actions on Wednesday nights that they won’t necessarily want televised (such as ones that a non-racing spouse referred to as the few “Wednesday Night Overnight Races”) and that yacht racing on television really isn’t that entertaining compared to being on the water yourself – even on a vessel as adventuresome as Eagle.

Nevertheless, Mr. DeMille. We’re ready for our close up.

Captain's Log: Stardate 10503.6
It's hard to believe, but we're only 18 weeks or so away from the launch of the Enterprise and our 2005 sailing season. The boat show is next weekend, the sail has been repaired and EBYRA is well into planning the racing.

Soon, I'll announce the dates of our April work parties (March too?) and our 2005 racing schedule. The plan, as it was in past years, is to post the racing dates early enough so that the dates would be cleared long ahead of any spouse-induced conflicts -- now to always be referred to as SIC's, a much larger threat to the Federation than the Klingons and Romulans combined.

Communications protocol would go something like this:
Edd: "We'll see you next weekend for the Fall Series?"
Richard: "No, I'll be SIC for the Fall Series."
Edd: "For the whole series?"
Richard: "Yes, I'll be SIC. Really SIC. So SIC, it's making me sick thinking about how SIC I'll be. I'll be more SIC than I can ever remember being. I know I've been SIC a lot lately, but it's not like I intended to be SIC. It just happens."

Save the dates. Don't get SIC.

Many times I've been asked why the Enterprise doesn't have a website besides the Captain's Log, which features photos of our crew racing. I've wrestled with the idea and always wondered if a photograph of Lefty puking, Jory grinding or the ship heeling truly captures the spirit of the Enterprise. I didn't think any photo could adequately represent our adventures on the water.

Until now.
Let’s examine, shall we? It's overcast in Eastchester Bay; the sails are down; the hull is dirty; there's not another sailboat in sight; it's a weekend, so there's no sign of Richard or Kurt; Mitch has attached a cardboard cut-out of Mr. Spock to the forestay and Patty is trying to hump it.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Enterprise Racing 2004. May 2005 be just as much fun. Happy New Year.