So, wife and I out for afternoon sail, heading back in, she is my DC.. if you know what I mean. Anyway, she does not want to steer the boat into the slip.. so, I say.. ok, I'll take her in... she is forward, we are heading in.. "hey, David, you're going too fast.. David! David!..." So, I think.. you know, she's right.. a little too fast.. I throw the gear into reverse.. gun the engine.. oops.. thats forward.. meanwhile.. all our slip friends are watching.. one thinks he'll catch the boat.. at he last min. he throws up his arms and says to hell with it, and jumps out of the way... funny thing is, it felt like a smoooooth landing, she just rode the dock up, then slide right down again. No damage, but close. So here's the funny part, as we tie up, I explain.. I was not really driving, since Karen is the D.Captain. The friend that aborted the "save" at the last minute tells us of this Irish guy that use to always come in just a little too fast, just a little too "full of beer" and his son always had the bow.. "dad, you 're coming in too fast.. Dad, you're coming in too fast.. DAD!!!!" Then he said this kid would run to the mast, throw a bear hug around it and the boat would come to a crashing stop.. he said this happened over and over again. So, the moral of the story is... Too much beer can be a bear if you don't know your rear from your forward.