There are many styles, the quick pitch off the end of the dock, the one-two-three heave, and the no-warning up-and-out which sends the flailing coxswain — usually face-first — into the briny deep. Winning is the sweetest moment, and winning boats deserve to savour it fully. Throwing the coxswain in (no doubt a vestige of some primordial sacrifice to appease the water gods) is more than just a reward to the boat; it is also a photo opportunity. Best of all are the boats who treat themselves and their fans to the full ceremonial, counting off a swing for each of the rowers who created the victory.
This is Stroke’s opportunity to give the orders for a change. Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Having absorbed the brunt of the coxswain’s verbiage at point-blank range all season, the Stroke is entitled to play some of it back.
“Lay hold!” With the full boat in attendance, especially if your coxswain is a squirmer, carry — or frogmarch — him or her down to the dock. Handling a coxswain is a lot like handling a shell, only they set up better, and you don’t have to wash them down after they come out of the water.
“Count off when ready.”
“Three” With each count, the swings get larger
“Six” By now there should be some good amplitude going.
“COX!” and heave the little bastard as high and as far out as possible.