I suppose it had to happen. Grams has been rooting for ‘her’ Italians in the Louis Vuitton Cup semi finals. She insists on waking me up at the crack of dawn to watch the races with her and Big Guy. Fortunately, Big Guy makes a mean cup o’ joe. That’s the only thing that gets me going at that ridiculous hour.
On Monday, Grams had her wish. Luna Rossa did a “horizon Job” on Oracle. Grams couldn’t dampen her enthusiasm. She was floating on air. Tuesday was another story, however. She was on the edge of her seat. She was squeezing my arm so tight that I yelped.
Worst of all, she was yelling at the T.V. Well, she was yelling at the Italians. “Don’t watch Oracle! Pay attention to the wind! What are you thinking?!?” and so on. It was an exciting race. Luna Rossa started out great, but it was the downwind legs that brought them down. Oracle is just faster downwind and they were better focused.
This photo demonstrates my point. The object is not to wrap the spinnaker around you, fella. *sigh*
And, of course