Captain's Log: Stardate 10948.2
There can only be one reason why it did not rain during last night's race. After all, New York has clearly become the new Seattle with what feels like several months' worth of clouds and rain. But, it didn't rain last night. And, the only reason I can come up with is because I had spent several minutes getting into my heavy foul weather gear, including my Gill boots so as not to get my "mocs" wet. It was only after I had all the gear on, including finding locations to stow my wallet, keys and iPhone, that the sky cleared and the temps rose.

And to add to the anomaly, there was actually a breeze! Once again, the Weather Channel gets it wrong -- and in HD, they are now clearly wrong.

We all got on board and prepared the Enterprise for departure. That is, except for June who was sailing on Breakaway in Block Island Race Week and Mitch, who was running terribly late. Luckily, the race committee was short-handed and was in a postponement, giving time for Mitch to run down the dock - panting heavily from carrying the yellow bag.

We circled the starting area and assessed the favored end, which, unamazingly enough, turned out to be the committee boat, aptly named "Favored End." As I awaited the starting timing, Commander Richard pronounced is tactical strategy for the night - watching where Tolo goes. Tolo, of course, was at Block Island as well, and we were all very impressed with Richard's superhuman eyesight.

We adjusted the main halyard tension, which seemed to make a big difference in our upwind leg - Warp 7.5 in around 10-12 knots of breeze. SWEET! In fact, had the wind not shifted further East on the first leg, we would have rounded first. I challenged the crew again to a jibe set and they all performed admirably. Kudos to Lt. Kurt and Captain Dave for jury-rigging a pole-lift solution when a block broke as well as to Lt. Ellen for setting up the lines perfectly as well as flying the chute during the jibe and to Yeoman Kelly (or is it Abby) for transitioning to - her words - "bow bitch and sewer bitch to pit bitch."

The jibe on the short downwind leg also went very well, with the spinnaker never collapsing during the maneuver. The only slow point was when Lt. Commander Mitch wouldn't release the now-lazy sheet. But, for a man who's failed to deliver the hard salami for two weeks in a row, can you blame him for just liking to hold it?

We held ground for the second windward leg and did another superb jibe set, nicely finishing in third place for the evening - a job well done for all.

I had to miss dinner to officiate over a protest between High Heels and Wilpower regarding a collision between the two a couple of weeks back. I did my best to stay unbiased, but, as Mitch pointed out, it's very common to lose willpower when it comes to high heels.