Wrong, my friend. Replay the day in your tiny, peanut-like brain. The wind was out of the NNE and you were sailing east up the channel on port. I had just tacked at the south side of the narrow channel and was pinching north across the channel on starboard. You weren't paying attention, playing slap and tickle with your boy-toy crew. Sunday driving, you tried to cut me off and now change the story to protect the guilty. Oh, Andrew, you should be ashamed!