Last year - our first year bareboating - we raced a sailing cat into Cooper for the last ball. We were in a power cat. We beat them, but I came in hot and one of the motors shut off as my wife was trying to grab the ball. She tried to hold on to the boat hook, but of course it was ripped from her hands. She was upset and we rolled all night on the worst ball in the place given the wind. The guy we beat for the ball wasn't even close, but knowing what I know now, we got what we deserved. There are too many amazing places down there to be a selfish a-hole. I was one that day and it will not happen again!