“Weight-in,” . . . “Weight out,” . . . “Flatten it…Flatten it!” The cadence of hushed commands from skipper Tim Healy was constant, and necessary, as he fought to keep a perfectly balanced helm in the light and mealy conditions. Getting and finding a groove in the compact racecourse wasn’t easy, especially having to pick our way through the middle of the course after two bad starts, including one OCS. Left was the place to be today, and in short, we simply had to get there. The Melges 32s and Melges 24s ahead of us, chopping up the wind blowing down the course, only made the middle worse. With these two classes typically setting and carrying on starboard jibe for a while, there was always a wind wall, and to get beyond it on the top third of the course would be a trip to another planet. The inside route had a lot of holes.