see, I figured going ahead and marrying a non-sailor was about the same as marrying a "sailor" who turns out to be a non-sailor the minute the ring shows up.

Isn't that how it works Timbo?

My hat is off for those exceptional women who enjoy the sport and the sausages they sail with.

Of special note are those distinguished sailors who are the only reason the sausages holding the tiller actually finish the race (my apologies to those whom I have not met and did not list):

Ding's crew
Mike H. crew
Matt's crew
Kent Coop's crew
JC's old crew (Tina - not Kenny!)
JC's T-500 crew
my old crew (not Slaughter...well, maybe - he does have boobs)