Alec, the guys in the back of the boat are on vacation. They don't even trim sails anymore. They just sit there, look pretty in their illegal lifejackets and free sunglasses, practice their game face, and soak up the glory at the bar while getting slapped on the back by other skippers in pressed Hawaiian shirts, clinking rummies, and admiring their name on the trophy while the exhausted crew all huddle in the corner after putting the boat to bed, compare open wounds and trying to scrape together enough quarters for another pitcher of PBR. Life's good on the back - get back in the game.