On race morning, the harbor is alive with boats and crew. We're all issued our crew uniforms, which consist of more clothes than I've brought with me: two fleece shirts, long- and short-sleeve T-shirts, polo shirts, shorts, caps, and, yes, wool berets (presumably for throwing in the air, graduation style, as we cross the finish line). Everything is embroidered with our boat's name--so when my soggy body is found floating in a few months, they'll know where I came from, I suppose. The biggest decision of the day may not be what headsail to raise but what shirt to wear. We all must look quite dapper, you know.