Trophy Wife

After the race yesterday, the J-22 skipper toasted me and congratulated both of us for staying tied for 3rd place in the annual High Points trophy (with one race to go). My reaction was instantaneous:

3rd Place? Are you kidding? Isn't that like kissing your sister? I'm not even aware of the standings!

And I wasn't. And I'm not curious enough to going to the Internet looking up the standings. And I am confident that as the J-22 guy looks back into his wake a few years from now, he will feel the same way.

What brims to the top of my trophy cups are the sun, water, wind, waves and sounds of fiberglass rushing through the natural world. It's the clash and competition of those forces that really excite and drive me.

What troubles me is that yesterday I lost it. In the middle of the intense competitive action which draws me in like a moth to light, I lost it. I yelled at Crew. I totally blew it. I cracked.

I need to atone.