Stardate 11565.5

Captain's Log: Stardate 11565.5
With Lt. Kurt still at the "farm", the rest of us ventured out to the race course in near-perfect conditions. With less people on board, there was more for everyone to do and more room to do it in -- and it turned out to be a fun night.

Our start was textbook - at the committee boat, in clean air, and at full speed. Far off to leeward, Sea Castle was messing around with New Freedom and Volcano - a battle that continued a quarter of the way up the windward leg, to the point where both were luffing and avoiding tacking to port, because, quite frankly, that would have sent them directly into us.

I'm glad they didn't. New Freedom could have done some damage. Volcano, a J/24, on the other hand, with the weight of the Enterprise and her traveling at over Warp 6, well, I'll just say it would have been a pair of J/12's.

"Hey! You scratched my anchor!"

Speaking of destruction, Ensign Dave Jr. did a great job running between grinding and helping out his father on foredeck, all while worried about his first two football games on Saturday with the under-practiced Yonkers High School Football Team. David will be playing center against a 300-lb lineman who we'll just call "Bubba". Poor kid. Thankfully, for the rest of us, two good things will come from this:

1. It will end all of the confusion calling out "Dave" and getting responses from the Senior and the Junior. After a few hits to the head on the scrimmage line, David Jr. will just be known as "Drrvrd".

2. After Saturday, David Jr. will look like this:
... a Picasso-esque art piece that my father could sell, therefore increasing my eventual inheritance, and therefore leading us to an Enterprise-C.

The rest of the race went great with an excellent job-well-done by all, especially my wife Ellen who tailed the headsail so well that by the second upwind leg, we were all asking "Kurt who?"

In fact, the biggest mistakes of the night belonged to me - a bad release of the headsail and the final leg where I lost all bearings of where we were and where we were heading... Pole on left. Pole on right. Jibe. Wait. No. Yes. Jibe! Where are we heading? Where's the fucking committee boat?

Where am I? Why am I here? That sort of thing. Great for philosophy. Not so much for racing.

We finished in third place, behind Wuestwind and Sea Castle.

Next week looks to be our final race of the season, with the Enterprise scheduled to be on her way to Clinton, CT the week after for the 2015 C&C Northeast Rendezvous.