Captain's Log: Stardate 11063.3
Last night's race was one for the books, all right. In fact, there's not much I'd say that we could do better. And our second place just behind "Upchucka" (new name, just thought of it - watch, it'll catch on) was just what we needed. We were a tad light on crew, with some pulling double-duty, but in the end, it all worked - and it all worked exceptionally well.

Our biggest moment was a quick, expertly-executed tack after the start and going to the right side of the course. Now, I could say that after 35+ years of racing experience, I saw the wind patterns on the water, the breaking cloud cover and the way the current was ever-so-slightly moving, and that's what drove the decision to go right.

Or, we were just really really lucky.

We were really just looking to get away from Upchucka. And, boy, did we get away from them! As we made our way towards Stepping Stones Lighthouse, we were being headed by a fraction of a degree at a time. But, as we continued, we noticed it more, and more, until we tacked in a wind channel. A few more shifts and, oh yes, we're on the f-in layline, crossing ahead of boats that started five minutes ahead.

All we had to do now was execute a well-planned jibe set and we were golden. Sure the wind was light, but there was enough distance that, as long as "clusterfuck" stayed out of our vocabulary, we'd do just fine. And we did, shorthanded no less.

Richard who? Mitch who? Zoraida who? June? Luke? Hellllloooooo, Luke?

And it was in the last two miles on the way towards the finish line, when we experienced what I would call PERFECT sailing. Picture it, if you will, chute up, close reach, 15-degree heel, and the speedo reading Warp 6, Warp 6.5, Warp 6.9, Warp 7.1, Warp 7.5, Warp 7.7 ...

And all with this in the background:

Ladies and Gentlemen, THAT is the final frontier. And, make no mistake, we were going boldly.

After the finish, several of the crew joined me at Stuvesant YC for our protest hearing about our close encounter with Forza the week before. At the time of this entry (1130 Hours,) I have still not heard of a decision. We left while the hearing officers were still locked in deliberation.

I will say this, though: I am a fan of science fiction -- perhaps you may have guessed this based on the name of my boat. But, wow, I have never, never heard such dribble and blatant fabrications as I have at that hearing (and that's saying a lot, having heard Charles Norris' of Tango's testimony once.) Interpretation of the rules aside, I think both Forza and Upchucka mistook the Racing Rules definition of the Zone for the Twilight Zone, where one boat length equals 100-150 feet or a 34-foot boat with a novice crew can hoist their jib, trim it, drop their chute, put away their pole and sit on the deck in under 11 seconds. And, oh yeah, how, on Upchucka, apparent wind is over 90 degrees away from true wind.

After a while, I was expecting the next bits of testimony from their lips to be that Santa Claus is real, the Titanic never sank, we can trust Bernie Madoff with our money and that William Shatner is an excellent film director.

Very disappointed to say the least. But, hopefully the hearing officers will make sense of it all and render a fair judgment. We shall see.