By twilight, the awards are gone, the keg is spitting foam and what food remains is little more than dried crust on paper plates. By the time the barbecue embers cool, the Hagar the Horrible celebration is over. The Hagar feeling, though, lasts a lot longer. Most cherish it and that sailing feeling for another year.

Note to Lisa Nowak:  He's Taken.  And his wife doesn't practice Catch & Release