This year's Cup was one of the best for a very simple reason: it came down the most talented sailors, racing on the fastest boats, on the best patch of water in the world. I can't wait to see it again.
So how did I find myself in a crowded bar that burst into applause every time the American boat spun around a turning mark in first place? I think a few things have transpired over the last month to pull off this miracle.
With an odd combination of an American defender that is finding new boat speed at the eleventh hour, and Mother Nature cranking the wind up and canceling several races, the America's Cup is still going on here in the City by the Bay.