Ahoy SPSA Members! Be sure to mark Feb. 20 on your calendars! That’s our next SPSA racing date – races 9 & 10 of the SPSA 2015-16 Series. It’s also the date of our ANNUAL GENERAL MEMBERSHIP MEETING – all members are encouraged to attend! Voice your ideas, concerns and desires for the organization, meet new crew and boat owners, and taste some yummy chili! That’s right, the meeting will coincide with our 1st ANNUAL CHILI COOK-OFF! Dust off your crock pots and dig out your favorite chili recipe! Gathering will begin at 4pm at The Sailing Center. Compete for a highly desirable left-over SPSA item remaining in the storage locker 🙂 Judging will be completely arbitrary, and bribes will definitely be accepted 😉 BYOB, and bring your chili toppings. SPSA will provide bowls, spoons and napkins. Your dedicated and hard-working Board would like to share ideas and plans regarding the remainder of the season. And, of course, they’d like to taste your chili. We would appreciate your feedback and input – and, of course, your chili. VICE-COMMODORE, STEVE, and REAR-COMMODORE, TONY, will have tables set up and power strips available at the sailing center in the morning. The Sailing Center opens early, so bring your crock pot there before the race, plug it in on low setting, and it should warm and irresistible by 4pm. Feel free to leave a cooler with your drinks, and/or your toppings, or put them in the fridge. Respond to this email if you have any questions. Just don’t make them really hard ones, please 😉 Remember, our continued success depends on you, so please attend this not-to-be-missed fabulous, important, and delicious event! Fair winds, happy sailing and happy chili cooking! -Suzanne
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Joe Corey Memorial Sail
The crews of Desiderata, Warrior, Back Off, Hula Girl, Curragh, and Cracker Jack braved the cold weather to sail in memory of Rear Commodore Joe Corey who recently lost his battle with cancer.
Here’s a video of the memorial today for those that missed it. video
The 7th Annual Raymarine St Petersburg Classic Regatta Results
By Dave Ellis, Principal Race Officer
Once again, keel boats twenty years or older gathered on Tampa Bay off the St. Petersburg waterfront for a celebration of sailing. Forty-five sailing craft gathered. But we did not do much actual sailing. With a four-hour time limit for the race course of about seven miles, only four boats finished. One boat was observed subtly rocking the boat in the drifter to make the finish. But the race officials made sure to be snacking instead of officially observing, as this is designed to be strictly a fun event.
With proceeds dedicated to Meals on Wheels, which had its start fifty years ago right here in St. Petersburg, it is all about the giving. Including the many sponsored gifts and auction items, over $16,000 was donated. For the sixth year in a row Steve Honour on Shady Lady was the boat collecting the most. With the help of his Boca Ciega Yacht Club cohorts they alone donated $2391.
Racing started in promising conditions, the five divisions heading north with the tidal current on a close starboard reach. However, by the second hour the wind had died. Drifting ensued, with much radio and vocal bantering among this fun group. Storms were brewing in the Gulf with the Coast Guard broadcasting on VHF channel 16 that all craft should proceed immediately to shore due to severe thunderstorms. Happily, the time limit for racing had expired by that time, so all complied willingly.
The food and drink at St. Petersburg Yacht Club that evening lived up to its billing. The many sponsors and those donating items were recognized and the fewer than normal prizes awarded.
Warrior, a Tripp 38 sailed by Grant Dumas, spent nearly an hour within an arrow shot of the finish line. He still finished over an hour ahead of the next boat, Tony Barrett’s Soveral 26 Back Off. Finally, the J-24 Shockwave sailed by 19-year-old Seth Rosenthal placed third in Spinnaker. Also finishing within the four hours was Red Sky, a Nightwind 35 sailed by Charles Mixson from Sarasota Sailing Squadron.
Dick Ware’s venerable Cal 25 Moonraker was perhaps a hundred feet from the line when time ran out. But it was still a few minutes before he actually crossed. Ware bought Moonraker new 51 years ago.
Each year random awards are given for no apparent reason. The youngest skipper was Ethan, aged 11, on S.O.R.C. a Frers 30 crewed by middle schoolers. The oldest skipper was Dick Ware at 85, still this year followed closely by Joe French and Ken Clark. The True Grit award was presented to Fruition, a Palmer Johnson 43 sailed by William Gately, who passed some boats by anchoring in the adverse tidal current. The Fashionista award for the best dressed went to Shady Lady, with the prettiest boat award given to Warrior, a 1987 vintage that looked showroom sharp.
Joe Corey Memorial Sail – Sun 1/24
*** Update: Rescheduled for Sun 1/24 due to weather forecast ***
The club will gather the fleet at the St Petersburg Pier @ Noon on Sat Jan 23rd for a sail in remembrance of last year’s Rear Commodore Joe Corey who recently lost his battle with cancer. Commodore Richard Boler will lead the fleet out to the Big “J” marker where we will drop sail and sound 8 bells. Meet afterwards at Courigan’s for a toast with a Foster’s, Joe’s favorite. I’d like to see everybody’s boat come out for this. Those without boats, contact me and I will arrange for you to attend on one of the club’s boats. In case of inclement weather, we will go Sunday 1/24.
Twas the Night Before Christmas
In memory of Joe Corey 1951 – 2015
Sail on, sail on, Sailor
You’ve stood your final watch
Twas the night before Christmas, I swung on the hook. Passed out on the settee, asleep with my book. When up on the deck I heard footsteps and stuff: I’ve been boarded! I thought, and I tried to be tough. Then down the companionway hatch came a dude. He was dressed like a nut and I thought “I am screwed”! But he laughed and he hummed and he surveyed my junk. So I figured he must be the resident drunk. His eyes were lit up like a junkie on speed. But he gave me a whole bunch of stuff that I need. Like rum and cigars, new charts and a dinghy and some kind of fancy electrical thingy. I thought it was stolen but I wasn’t telling. I hoped he was giving and wasn’t just selling. I poured him a grog which he downed with a wink. Then I poured one for me (I sure needed a drink). Then he staggered above to the dark tropic night. As I peeked I beheld an incredible sight. Eight tiny dolphins and a beautiful sleigh. And the dude hopped aboard and prepared to make way. The dolphins were ready to power the sled, but the guy raised a jenny and mains’l instead. With a burp and a chuckle he gathered the breeze and called to the dolphins now swimming with ease. “On Fatty and Foxy and old Barracuda! On Teva and Mountgay, Antigua, Barbuda! Or whatever your names, you cute little fishes, here’s to every last sailor, my best Christmas wishes.” As he sailed away leaving a wobbly wake, I hoped he had not many stops left to make. He got close to shore and he soon was aground, but the dolphins proceeded to pull him around. And I heard him exclaim as he sailed out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”
