Finally all my guys have gone through measurent and have, and even myself I struggle to believe it, all the graphics on the sails. This time no graphics on the hulls, but that is really no problem. All in all today was a bit of a strange day, we were nervous as we went through several measuremnt problems, that tensed me up a bit, but at the end all is good. Here in the Olyumpic Marinat still a bit anarchic, but if the breeze will be good, and it looks promising, we can have fabolous sailing.

Photo Sailing Energy

Photo Sailing Energy

As usual some are getting really nervous, I was not any better, actually I had some sort of pattern and every major result i did exactly three days before I completely lost the plot on a poor victim of my aggression… a poor sailor when I won the European,a judge when i got my medal in ydney, and it was so violent, that I got scared they would not let me race in Sydney. As I am older now this time I got mad two days before, and so I was a bit crazy at the sailors rep Sarah Webb, not too bad as Sarah won gold at the Olympics and she know that in the Olympic mess people go a bit mad, and i had some good reasons too, though it is kind of funny to watch. One of my roosters got pretty mad at the volounteer that was trying to put the stickers on his sails, thank god he kind of controlled himself and as the job was badly done he took the half badly glued sticker off, packed his new sail under his arm and walked off. He was clever enough to send his coach that had to apologize and  than helped glueing the dammned stickers on the sail, the first sails took forever, even the mighty brits got a bit fed up, but pragmatic as usual they timed what it took to brand a sail and showed the organizers that like that there were not enough hours from here to the start of the Games to do all sails… so more good guys came in and all is kind of ok now.

So the experienced old foxes like Zbogar did not even show up, letting  the coach playing the patience game, as all mental and fiscal energy will be needed once racing starts. Somehow and this time in a more caotic way all is ready, the olympic miracle is happening again and all is good. Today a storm came through winds gusting over thirty blowing through the Bay, behind the containers the army has a firing post, think they can even fire land to air missiles, sure nothing of that will be used, don’t really know if it makes me feel safe, or not. Let’s the show begin…