I'd like to say there was a moment this year when my body and mind worked in unison to save a child from a speeding car or rescue a puppy from terrorist but the only time they worked in unison was to say "fuck this."
So we built the boat and the race was just starting. As soon as we set off things start to go wrong. Brian is having some troubles climbing to the crows nest, Shayne's having trouble trying to keep all the glittery hearts on his hat, and I'm having trouble not capsizing the boat.
As soon as my testicles hit that frigid ocean water when the boat flipped I said "fuck it, let those assholes finish the race."
Some team captain I am.