Captain's Log: Stardate 10173.2
You know I had to check it out. Shatner back on TV is just too good an opportunity to pass up -- It's been far too long without seeing James T. Kirk in a captain's chair or Denny Crane making eyes at Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg on Boston Legal. And, to be honest, there's only so much one can take of the Priceline Negotiator.

So, last night on CBS, right after Big Bang Theory, was the premiere of "$#'! My Dad Says" starring the Shat himself in the role of Dad, a grumpy divorced old man living alone and ultimately wanting to change his relationship with his son.

Despite some great one-liners, my favorite being "Son, if it looks like manure and smells like manure, it's either Wolf Blitzer or manure," there were some moments where you could actually see, now brace yourself, that Shatner can act. You actually end up feeling for the guy when the song came on the record player or when he failed his driving test - having that look in his eyes when he realizes that he's alone.

All in all, great stuff. And, to be honest, it's great to see the old guy "in command" again. May "$#'! My Dad Says" live long and prosper.

Captain's Log: Stardate 11072.9
Last night was the 20th Race of the 19-Race Wednesday Night Race Series and I'm happy to report we did exceptionally well doing four tacks and consuming nacho chips as well as boxed wine.

On board were Lt. Ellen, Lt. June, myself and Captain Dave, along with his two sons, Danny and David, both of whom have been on the Enterprise more times than Crewman Luke this season.

We dropped the mooring at 1815 Hours and engaged the Warp Drive as soon as we cleared the mooring field, nicely accelerating to Warp 5 past French Fry Point during another picturesque Bronx sunset.

And, just to shake things up, we gave Lt. June the helm. Less boats to hit out there. Now, I won't say that June had trouble steering a direct course, but the Enterprise did more S's than a spelling bee competition finals on the word "Possessionlessnesses."

Yes, it's a real word. And yes, that's nine S's.

I must also add how great it was to have Dave's kids on board. Now, I could say it's because Ellen really enjoys playing with them, or that it gives the Enterprise a real family-fun feel to sailing. But, I think the best part is that there's no better way to empty the food cabinets so that nothing spoils over the winter season. They were even using one of the hatches as a "May I take your order" window. And I'm not kidding, either.

After an hour or so of sailing around, we headed back to the mooring and off the Enterprise just in time for the skies to open up and dump more rain/wind on to New York City.

Unfortunately, due to the downpour, we had to pass on the Fantasy Girl Season-End BBQ, where I hear that, in the absence of propane, they used all the hot air inside John Esposito and Vince Nanni to cook the food.

Still, a great night on the water and a perfect end to a great season of Wednesday Nights.

Captain's Log: Stardate 11071.1
It's hard to believe, but another year of Wednesdays has come to an end. And, I'm proud to announce that, thanks to the efforts of the crew of the Enterprise, our Quest for Silver is complete and we will be taking home a silver dish, cup or other $30 piece of crap for the trophy case -- all thanks to that one one-thousandths of a point separating us from Glory Days.

The margin should have been greater, but I did all the calculations ahead of time and this would have been the worst-case scenario - a four-boat race with us in last and Glory Days in first. Our throw-out would change and we would have that slight margin of victory.

Why last? The best answer I could give is that it's time to forsake my religion and stay on the race course. That one-week break made us rustier than a 1998 Mercury Tracer in Seattle. And, just look what happens when I'm not around -- Mustang Sally rams into our committee boat and (could it be?) another Eagle bites the dust by running into Big Tom. Chaos. Utter chaos.

Our biggest f-up for the night was my start. I was so early at the line that I should have been starting with the division ahead of us. I should have looked for that wind gust (as I usually do) and went out a little further. But nooooooo. I was eager and wanted it too much. So, during one of the most beautiful sunsets in Eastchester Bay history, the Enterprise had one of its ugliest starts in history - barely missing the mark, jybing around, and starting on port tack a good 5,000 boat lengths behind the rest of the fleet.

We gained some ground -- some -- on the first leg and then set a perfect spinnaker at the windward mark, gaining some more ground. The next best thing to do, tactically, was to jybe. So we did.

Sort of. Eventually.

I heard a lot of yelling. Dave yelling ease the lazy sheet. My father yelling to put tension on the lazy sheet. Head down, Kurt! Grind, Kurt! The boom went over, and then back again. Somebody PLEASE hand me a phaser set on stun.

We did gain ground on the downwind leg, actually rounding the leeward mark ahead of two boats, but slow tacks in the dark and the realization that trying to go through a barge is not the fastest way to sail sealed our fate for the night.

But, then again, it all really didn't matter. The standings were cemented - it was just a matter of margins of victory.

Once back at the mooring, we dined on sushi, chips and boxed wine while Lt. June told us about how her Jeep was stolen on the street of New York - which I suppose can happen when you leave the keys in the ignition, the doors unlocked and a sign in the window saying "Free Car".

All in all, a great season. Well done by all. Hopefully, we'll have enough people to put together a campaign for the Fall Series. In the meantime, I'll start working on off-season events, our schedule for 2011 as well as contemplate my future with EBYRA.

Captain's Log: Stardate 11067.1
After last night, I have a new take on the MasterCard commercials:

Pushing Glory Days over the line early at the start: Priceless
Pointing perfectly upwind at Warp 6: Priceless
Two chute-filled, zero-speed-loss jybes: Priceless
Avoiding the current and hitting Warp 7 downwind: Priceless
Passing the Terrorist and Upchucka, to cross the finish line first: PRICELESS


To say everything went well, would be an understatement. Without any seconds thoughts, it was, by far, our best race of the year. Even the parts where things could have been done better, I doubt there was any real loss of momentum.

And the tide/current data from Stevens Institute of Technology gave us all the information we needed to jybe out of the current and, to put it in official Starfleet terminology, kick some Klingon ass.

Missing from the mission, in what's quickly looking like a trend, were Lt. Zoraida, Lt. Commander Mitch, Lt. Kenny and Crewman Luke. It looks like, while considering field promotions this season, I may also have to consider field demotions. I'm just not sure whether to demote Luke to Assistant Bilge Pump Cleaner, Secondary Diesel Fuel Filter or Backup Winch Lubricant.

The "Quest for Silver" is very much alive. With one more race in our season to go (you would think that a group of people who spent 40 years to cross a desert would think of a way to organize a holiday so it wouldn't fall on a race night,) we must do well in a couple of weeks. As high as the bar was set last night, we can still do better. Engage!