Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thank God the Real Beers Were on Ice
This week's Beer Can was a real bust. 2 knots of wind. I gave up the helm immediately to Trophy Wife and dedicated my beer muscle to serve the roles of providing rail meat and human preventors. Serving in those roles, effectively took me out of the afterguard's conversations. MVP selected to go where the front runners did not, arguing that today was not the day to get in an endless parade. He picked the correct side. In the rolling chop without wind, we miraculously finished 3rd overall and saved our time in 20+ boat fleet. A dozen quit (as we passed them) giving us a big score in the series. I'll have to look at the standings tomorrow.