Captain’s Log: Stardate 10737.5
Last night, members of the Enterprise crew beamed down to Stuyvesant Yacht Club to perform race committee duty for Race 1 of the EBYRA Wednesday Night Race Series. Our hopes were high, despite repeated phone calls and emails all day long asking if we were going to cancel because of weather – most of the calls coming in when it was still 75 degrees and sunny.

But the severe weather alert was there and a quick check of the radar showed the massive behemoth of a storm heading our way. Warnings of dangerous lightning, 65mph winds and an added report of a tornado near Bridgeport were all coming in. I do have to admit though, the tornado part was the least of my concerns. Have you been to Bridgeport lately? They could use a fresh start over there.

Still, there was always the chance that it would pass us by – so much so that Captain Norm of USS Tolo was willing to bet a whole dollar that it would. He clearly was serious. That’s like 2/3 of a 20-oz. Pepsi at my building’s vending machine.

The skies were dark, but the intrepid crew that volunteered did show, including Ensign Jonathan who was pretty sick after diving on some girl named Pompano (or something like that.) We convinced him to go home after he took some photos of the crew sporting their shiny foul weather gear. Yeomans Brittany and June jumped at the opportunity to pose for the shot, even adding the beauty-pageant-one-leg-in-front-of the-other technique.

As Alviento, piloted by her captain, Tony Sklarew (A member of the Antiquisodi race – very old, very salty) came to the dock, we checked the radar again. It wasn’t over. The rain started, the lightning hit nearby and our EBYRA P.R.O called the race off from ashore. And yes, I’m now up a dollar. As Dave Chappelle says – I’m rich, biatch!

We decided to hit The Snug to catch up and learn more about our newest crewperson, Yeoman Brittany. As a New York City Elementary School teacher, Brittany plans to give us gold stars and check minuses for our work on board the Enterprise this season. Apparently, she has been taking the articles I have been sending out on better racing, taking notes, adding markups and placed them all in a color binder, making her clearly more anal than George Michael in a boys’ locker room.

But it was the cover of the binder that disturbed me the most – an image of a sailboat with a single person on board. Her plot is now revealed -- she’s going to kill us all and steal the Enterprise! I could be wrong, but I suggest we all remain on alert.