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Thoughts?
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From the Credit Where Credit is Due Department .
While Island Blossom and Patricia were certainly in the hunt this past weekend, Island Lark was racing in a different world. She looked very dialed-in as she did much of last year. A second, two bullets, a first for the series, and two guns - nice weekend. Of course she was untouchable on the reach, but she also had upwind speed and upwind point, and she did not suffer any of the gear failures or silly mistakes that plagued many of us during the first weekend.
But there was something else about her performance that really showed the difference. We all struggled a bit going up that Rio Vista shore in those fire hose gusts and damned invisible lulls, but Lark looked smooth as silk. Sure she was bopped about a bit, but relatively speaking the crew reacted in sweet harmony to the ever-changing breeze and kept her very steady through the minefield. It seems clear that the crew has learned very well how to integrate rudder, sail, and springboard in such a way as to keep that narrow little bugger powered up, upright, and screaming along. It was great to watch if you could get close enough. Nice work. -
We were holding our breaths to kill a mockingbird at end of third race in the Chest-ah.
Can't the Heel Homeboys and race committee swallow pride and keep the last race in the pot?
Lotta effort to sail and swim that water to not receive proper prizes........
Loved the Rodney who used the finish line as a mark. Way points plugged in , no need to take the helm.... -
It's not my fault the Sweet Corn stuck her stalk in the mud of her own damn river. Come to think of it, I notice all the Talbot boys and girls managed to get by the leeward mark (including Lark, which performed a pretty remarkable crew walkabout and would've preserved second place even after losing her massive lead), so what's the problem with the Kent bunch?
I think it should have been settled in an inter-county boardman drinkoff.
As it stands, Sunday marks the most painful pleasure sail I've ever taken. -
Sweet Corn?
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That the second derivative and hence preferred nickname for Silver Heel. The equation goes: Silver Heel sounds like Silver Queen = a type of sweet corn. Hence, Sweet Corn.
See if you can figure out which canoe is Peppermint, which one is Supermarket and which one is the Ghost of Whoville (and could one day evolve into the Grinch?). -
Persistence = Food Lion = Supermarket, right?
I'm trying to trace down the candy, gum, or breath freshener reference to peppermint.
Is the Ghost of Whoville "new" addition to this year's fleet? -
I'm surprised that Heel kept her rudder after jamming it in the mud, then sailing wing-on-wing. That leeward mark looked like a train wreck!
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I don't think we had one yet, but let's try: Jay Dee ... J.D. = Jack Daniels = Whiskey. Whiskey?
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OK, much better:
J.D.=Jimmy Dean=Sausage.
I dub Jay Dee "Pork Sausage." -
I think there is a scotch drinker on Edmee.
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Yes, that was Peppermint. Also known as Pattycakes, sailed by the Baker's Men.
Had never gotten that one out of Billie P., but it's perfect and it's staying. Well done.
Edmee... I'll think on it. -
Back in Jordan's day we used to call Edmee the Stuffed Pig, named after the similar item he carried and protected like a small child. I still don't know who kidnapped it...
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John
I'm just a little curious about your icon of a kitty holding a roll of toilet paper dressed in WW II Geman soldier's outfit. What up? -
Edmee's stuffed pig returned for the last race after a long summer vacation. Jan White finally confessed to giving the pig a little respite from the wear and tear of the life of a canoe mascot.
And you don't hold the pig like a child - you hold him like a football! Because "Chicks dig the Pig".
Chicks dig him so much that three seemingly polite young ladies in sun dresses tackled one of the boardmen just to rip off his leg. They just tore that leg right off his body! Oh, the humanity! (or is that porcinity). -
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On a serious note, I think the log canoes who skipped Rock Hall missed some fantastic conditions. This season is shaping up incredibly, with steady wind for each of its first nine races; let's hope it continues. The downside is that there was no gradual acclimation for a rusty primary who now has a throbbing case of Boardman's Elbow.
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Steady wind?!? Where were you the first weekend?
Strong winds - puffy - 10º shifts: We were in survival mode. -
What I meant was strong winds, no stinky dead patches of suffering in 100 degree nothingness.
Wow, these boards are getting mighty quiet. Maybe everyone's resting up for Gov. Cup? -
Oh, Muscle and his one-sentence contributions. See, the problem about Gov. Cup outlawing the Jay Dee is it leads to underutilized primaries sitting idle when they could be using all that grip and girth out there on the river. Boardmen lounging on yachts, doing crossword puzzles and sipping iced tea when they should be hustlin'.
BTW, Muscle, when will you be arriving on the Shore? -
I understand that the Jay Dee primaries actually are getting an entire weekend off...
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You should start drafting all sorts of arcane betting odds on the fleet's other boardmen to occupy your hours. Categories such as: How many beers will the Blossom's primaries consume before lunchtime? Who will consume the most slices of cake for dessert? On the fourth tack toward the windward mark, which of Lucky Charms' rusty boardmen will reach the end of his board first?
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I'm looking forward to this weekend, sit back and relax and drink!
as well as checkin out the female primaries shiftin' ole 2x4 port to starboard and back to port again.... aye if only them ladies could shift my board that way....
female primary=twinkies? femaries? she-primaries? a board of their own?
plenty of flesh to feast yer eyes on this weekend boys! YARGGGGG!!!!!!
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A Board of Their Own.
Damn, son, you just made me nearly preemptively treat my britches to a metaphorical soak in the Miles. I like the term SheMarys myself. Or you could call them Bonnies, after Anne Bonny, the infamous female pirate whose great-, great-, great-, great-, great- granddaughter very well may be Sewall.
Shemarys or Bonnies, take your pick.
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Lucky Charms is supposed to make her 2008 debut this weekend, so let's give her a nice welcoming. I say we throw fistfuls of cereal at her. By the way, years from now we'll be calling her the General Mills, and long after that, simply Cereal.
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GM sails through the tickertape parade of marshmallows
I say one evening, somehow the bilge is mysteriously filled with milk and cereal.... by morning there is a nice blob of mushy rainbow colored fun! Imagine the delicious boards coated with marshmallowy fun!
I dare say that trumps any potato chip slippage. -
Oh dear god. That's a lot of milk but a prank that would be passed down for generations the next 600 years.
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Would have to go to cooks hope and round up all the cows, thus starts a tradition of the midnight milking! Herritage Regatta weekend, "the tread avon cereal bowl"
The primaries will carry the "shemarys" to and fro while the squelchs milk like the wind. A bucket brigade of milk, but to start a fire instead of prevent it.
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It's about time for the Log Canoe graphic novel.
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I think there needs to be an annual Men O' Boards Calendar. There's a fabulous cheesecake shot of Muscle from the ladies' sail that really captures the month of July. Who doesn't want a close-up of Chapman's beard (nice one Muscle) or somone's ass hanging on their office/cubicle wall?
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why limit it to the men? there's some pretty cool pictures of the she-marys from this past weekend, both dry, and then with nice clingy wet pink tshirts. it might be a nice surprise to flip the calendar one month and see some eye candy.
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Yes, yes it might. Now that I think about it, it might be a very good idea indeed.
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Come to think of it, a Boardman's Wet T-Shirt contest might be a good event to add to the Boardman's Olympics. It has the dual advantage of both amusing the crowd and slowing down the numbers of little bailers running around.
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From Boardmen's Games to the real deal ... I think we should petition to have log canoe sailing instituted as an Olympic sport. There are a few angles we could take. One, the world could build their own logs based on old plans provided by the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum, which we could sell them, sharing the proceeds among the real fleet. Rumor has it the Chinese can crank out an Eyerand Brossum replica made of bamboo and particle board in little over a week.
Two, a limited number of participating nations could temporarily purchase a member of the existing fleet, and -- in NFL draft style -- the current crews and skippers. Of course, there would be a rule that, for example, the Russian team aboard, say, Sweet Corn, must contain X percent Russians as crew. So you might be sharing a board with a squelch who doesn't speak your language. This plan, however, would not only pump much-needed funds into the entire fleet -- Rover and Sandy would get a full facelift, as would that log canoe sunk into the marsh somewhere in the Chester, the one Mystery's crew showed us at lunchtime several years ago -- but several of us here would surely be on either the gold, silver or bronze boat.
With nearly all nations awarding cash prizes to Olympic medals, this means we can finally get paid to throw boards. Who knows, perhaps one day you'll see Jeep with a neck full of precious metals gracing a Wheaties box.
Furthermore, this would lead to brewers from around the world jockeying to sponsor each individual canoe. So, even if you don't win a medal at the 2012 Games in London, you may be drinking free Newcastle. Which, logically, leads one to wonder if this would constitute our very own doping scandal. -
Rather than having banned substances at the Olympics, would we have required substances? I mean, how can you be a boardman if you don't have at least one beer in your gullet!
