My ASS is CLAMMY

We sailed.
We raced.
Great start.
Found the best wind.
Fought the chop.
Were 3-4 boat lengths ahead of our nearest competitor.
Upwind we trimmed well, gained more lead.
Reached the mark.
Came about.
Knot in the line.
I dumped the Main when I was supposed to keep it taut.
They went wing and wing.
We reached.
They got 10-12 boat lengths.
We came in second.
Fish tacos and beer.
Order restored.

And thanks to all the waves, my ASS is still CLAMMY.