That mustve been our secret--we stayed loose, whether ahead or behind. On the first leg, the southeaster prevailed on our side, and we rounded second behind J.T. We sailed low, straight down the course, while J.T. followed conventional wisdom and defended against the others in the traditionally better wind along the shore. At first he looked good, but when his breeze died, he and the others had to jibe out behind us. Our strategy of sailing as low as possible, directly at the mark, continued to pay off despite the mushy air and choppy water. We rounded a nun off Noank, Conn., 75 yards ahead, turned east, and drifted into a windless spot. Bruce and J.T. tacked west and immediately passed us. We tacked, too, but 10 minutes later, Brad was roaring past us to the east in a private breeze. By the time we got to mid-sound, all three had passed us.