SPORT
Thirty knots of wind. Double reef in the main. Engine’s quit. Waves breaking over the bow. The The mule jib pulling us over the swells. Where’s the line between pleasure and pain? Chaos reigns. My wife is upset. The sandwiches have fallen into the bilge. One kid is puking. The other screaming. It was supposed to be a pleasure sail. Whose insane idea was this? Suddenly I wake up, rub my eyes, get out of bed. The sheets are soaked with sweat. In the shower I step on a bath toy. It’s my son’s plastic sailboat lying on its side.
