Get it done, Ernesto

There is one factor at the critical, central, fulcrum point of everything that has to do with America's Cup, 33rd edition.

It's really not Alinghi, although Alinghi is right there in the vest pocket. It's not America's Cup Management, although that's a puppet for Alinghi and Ernesto Bertarelli. It's not Valencia, Spain, or the European sailing venues.

Goodness me, it's Ernesto.

Everything that has to do with bizarre undertakings of the 33rd Protocol and its impacts on every America's Cup team, devolves to Ernesto.

It's about him. It's his call. It's his judgment. Always.

Ernesto, to be frank, what does anyone have to do to crack your code?

What has to happen before you think and act like the sportsman you really are?

You are the great sportsman who funded an entry level Team New Zealand (32), and if we believe what the pundits are saying, an entry level South Africa Team (33).

You are a great sailor, a great leader, a great player in the world of sport.

Literally.

What on earth are you giving up if you reinstate the 32nd Protocol, or install one just like it?

In our view, and in the view of everyone else on the planet, nothing.

You still have control over 90-foot boats -- nobody is taking issue with this. Sailors want 90-foot boats. We do, too.

You remain in Valencia, which everyone loves, including you.

You get to involve one of the world's great sailing competitors, Larry Ellison, who probably has more in common with you than anyone else on the planet.

And despite what your PR people, lawyers and flak catchers say, he is a great competitor, just like you.

In addition, you set aside a lot of aggravation that nobody wants, including you, although you are the one person who created this big, fat, bruta figura in America's Cup history.

So please, just move forward and create the best, biggest America's Cup ever. All anyone wants is a fair protocol. You can create this. Make it happen.

Then control the universe!