Alas, it was the last America’s Cup race. Kiwis and USA tied, this race determines who the winner is. It was almost too windy. “Is the race still happening?” I asked my older, more knowing co-workers. “Oh yes, the wind is between 18-20 knots” they’d reply. One by one we slowly start to fill the large conference room where the ultra-giant tv lives. The wall of windows in this room looks out directly to the race course, except for a big hotel in the way. Blast. Here’s the skipper of team USA (of course, he’s not American). Calm as a cucumber through out the entire race. I mean really, they had a couple of moments where they buried the hull in the water, or turned a corner making it look as if the boat was going to capsize.. but nbd. Just racing a huge expensive boat.
The start was really close, and as that’s the most important part of the race it seems! Of course there are plenty of other places to mess up, but it’s crucial to get started right.
Between people asking questions (“What’s that line mean? What’s he doing? Oh my god they’re going to die!”) and chants when something went well, it was pretty cool to be watching this race, right here in the bay, with my co-workers.