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Fateful quotes
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Saturday afternoon on the Chester, as we huddled on the Blossom awaiting a sandwich delivery, one of our squelches recalled a quote from C-Bone a few years ago regarding lunch: "Our crew doesn't have time for potato chips."
Not long after these fateful words were uttered, a bag of salt-and-vinegar chips overturned, dumping its greasy contents into the bilge. Every time the boardmen slid in for a toss, our feet squished into soggy chip sludge, which then transfered an oily film to the boards. We capsized violently before the start on an ill-fated jibe.
Never eating on Blossom again. -
Another culinary moment linked to Capt Crenwell last weekend...deviled eggs. While they were not as well received as he wanted, there was another valuable life lesson wrapped up in this event, just as with his words about eating chips several weeks before. The philosophy behind the deviled egg recipe is what mattered. Capt Crenwell said..."well, I like deviled eggs...and I like blue cheese...so, I thought I'd put 'em together". This is an example of the type of unique guidance that Capt Crenwell offers and the Boardmen rely on in their lives. The boardmen like sailing, slawdogs, and beer...and Capt Crenwell has shown them how to put them all together. It's an efficient way for getting their favorite things all sorted out at once, no matter how it turns out when you combine them. And like the deviled eggs, loggin sometimes has too much salt. The Boardmen don't care...they reportedly ate handfulls of the deviled eggs after the trophy ceremony...and they still go loggin even after capsizing. It's all becoming clearer now...Capt Crenwell is a prophet and he uses food to show the Boardmen the way. I'm not sure they've caught on to this.
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Genius. You just blew my mind, kind of like Darden's realization last summer on the Tred Avon that our entire world is just a floating piece of flotsam in the bilge of a transdimensional log canoe. I, for one, had about nine of those deviled eggs at trophies, and the salt went well with the beer. (As an aside, I would like to commend the MRYC for these awesome trophy mugs. I already have enough receptacles for pocket change, but this large glass tankard holds what boardman treasure most).
All hail Capt. Crenwell. -
I'm just glad that the trophies will not just sit on a shelf and collect dust because they lack a functional purpose.
I for one love my trophy mug. And I actually enjoyed bleu cheese for the first time in my life, thank you Corbin. -
Just took a look at the mug I ended up with -- it's the James Oliver Duke Memorial Trophy!
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Shelley Abbott could've been a good SheMary out there. Just goes to show all those who depart trophy presentations at a far more decent hour that there are further Sunday entertainments to be discovered at MRYC. But the season won't be complete unless Robert Bouquet makes a cameo on the dock bar mic.
I try to nail down a recording studio and some background fifes for the boardman's song. -
Next time St. Mary's College calls me and asks me what I'm doing now so they can put it in their alumni newsletter, I'm going to tell them I'm a "session musician -- background fife." That oughta go nicely with what I told them last time: "Montenegran Freedom Fighter."
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More beer, more cheer!
