Captain's Log: Stardate 10938.6
When you're in first, you can either stay there or move down in ranking. For last night's race, we had a great start, rounded the first windward mark first, then rounded the leeward mark first and then rounded the second windward mark first.

But the only "first" we were able to hold on to was our Google ranking for the term "Spinnaker Clusterfuck."

And, after last night, I dare any boat, anywhere, to top us. To recap: We were in first. We rounded the mark and all systems were go for launch of the heavy-air chute. Pole set, guy pre-fed, everyone is in position. Lt. Jonathan started to raise the halyard and I could swear I heard him remark how much smoother the line was feeding through the system compared to last season.

But that was because there was no spinnaker attached to it. That snap shackle flew upwards as if it had warp engines of its own.

But no worries -- our foredeck team (now there's three of them!) thought fast and rigged the other spinnaker halyard. We hoisted and in no time at all, we were doing Warp 9.8 down Long Island Sound.

But then there was the jibe. Or maybe I should say the attempt of a jibe. Before I explain further, I should point out that we were SUPPOSED to have a shakedown and practice cruise on Saturday, but key players like Richard, Jonathan, Zoraida, June and Kenny all felt they didn't need the practice. And yes, before you ask, all were on board last night. Words fail me as to what actually went down, but it was starting to look like the only way the spinnaker was going to get to the other side of the boat was going to be through the genoa clew, then around the boom, then through one of Zoraida's earrings and finally between Dave's legs. Of course, the cockpit was starting to look like all-you-can-eat spaghetti night at the Olive Garden.

We got the jib out and were still able to round ahead of the fleet. But, on the upwind leg, the spinnaker clusterfuck (Spider that, Google!) reached its ultimate conclusion with flying halyards intertwined with uphauls and working halyards. Despite Lt. Jonathan's attempts to grab lines 20 feet in the air (think kitten and yarn,) there was no second set in the cards for us.

Then, to add fuel to the fire, our main sheet block blew during the rounding. Ensign Kenny, thinking fast and making split-second decisions, crafted a work-around that kept us in the race. Unfortunately, Kenny is getting married next week so we fear his ability to make decisions in the future may be hindered. We may just have to have his wife on speakerphone speed-dial.

With the wind clocking down, the other boats, with chutes flying, were able to pass us in the final moments. Oh well. We had them til the very end.

I've already placed orders for repair parts and will install over the weekend or early next week so the Enterprise will be ready for our next race.