Although it's frayed and stained, I treasure the crew shirt from an Olsen 30 called Hot Tuna. Every race on board –– it seems like –– produced at least one of these peculiar adventures.
For instance a spinnaker douse. First, picture three people clinging to the side of a steep roof as they try to fold an enormous fitted bedsheet and stuff it through a small hatch. Then add wind. And saltwater. And shouting... Every time. During one of these hectic spinnaker takedowns, I tumbled through the open hatch and did a perfect 360° somersault to land butt-first on a bunk. |
No broken neck! No broken shoulder! Barely even a bruise! A six-foot drop in the middle of chaos and I was still holding onto two handfuls of spinnaker!
I raised both hands over my head and imagined the judges giving me 10.0's across the board. "Did anyone SEE that?" I asked. |
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Oh, yeah, that. The team.