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I raced in one of the Berkeley YC midwinters this winter. I was the mast guy. On the way back to the barn, our helmsman decided to jibe without telling anyone. I had a beer in my hand, it was gusty, and boat heeled just enough to send me flying off the "hump." I grabbed life lines and dangled half in the drink until they yanked me back up. I was purple from under my arm to my waist. The whole ordeal lasted 20-30 seconds. Two others went overboard on a Olson 30 in the same race (different class obviously) because a boat I used to crew on rammed it. It was a rough day on the bay.
You have to be on your toes on a J-24 and always holding on to something. Its hard to talk with one hand occupied and the other holding on to something if you are Half-Italian. LOL