It's quite possible I am more serious. I know how difficult it is. But I can't help but think I am failing to make myself understood.
Let me try it this way. When you fly, what do you look at? I look at MY plane (hopefully) to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. I am peripherally aware of other things nearby. I don't however, look at things like pylons. And so here, instead of having somebody trying to help me get around the course, I have a guy who's eyes are dedicated, in a way that I could never hope to compete with, looking to call a cut? Am I missing something?
With that kind of cavalier flying and the "fun racing" goal, might it be better to abandon the pretense of actual racing and just go tearing around the course like at a go-kart track? Maybe "cheat" a little? Cut calls from out of position spotters are bound to be somewhat arbitrary anyways. Just keeping track of the overall race status would likely be challenging. We could just go tearing around the course, maybe Stefan or somebody could call the race. A panel of judges could make a subjective declaration of the winner from the finishers.
By way of explanation: A racing turn (at turn 1) is analogous to a blind man with his seeing-eye dog at a crosswalk. The seeing eye-dog (caller) waits for the light to change. The light (friendly flagger) lights up indicating that the plane has passed the pylon. Dog/Caller leads Blind Man (pilot) through the turn. And beyond......
Now, if you are willing to forego accuracy at turn 1 you can easily get rid of the flaggers. No problem whatsoever. You cannot, however, get rid of the seeing eye dogs and have any semblance of safety. Nor should you even consider it.
The pilot/caller is the fundamental, basic and ESSENTIAL unit of racing. Fun, friendly or cutthroat for big bucks, racing starts with team-building. I think that the rules should foster the pilot/caller team first and foremost.
Edit: Aside: Consideration and Care of Psychological Trauma to the "Spotter"
Imagine the following scenario: Bob Goodguy is assigned to Rockyboy as his spotter. He goes over to meet Rockyboy and go over everything with him. Rockyboy smiles and is thinking to himself, "I hope this guy doesn't throw my plane into the ground." They talk for a while and build up a little camaraderie. Bob's feeling pretty good about being on Team Rockyboy and starts pulling for a win!
It's time to race and Rockyboy is thinking, "Maybe this guy will be OK." The launch goes well! Rockyboy, charged with adrenaline, manages a brief smile to himself and charges off to Turn 1. And promptly cuts.
Bob Goodguy is stunned. He counts the cut. And then another. And another. Bob feels so horribly guilty. He's let Team Rockyboy down. Meanwhile, Rockyboy much to his own amazement (and that of the four other finishers) is down on the ground in one piece! Personally thrilled!
I don't think I could take that kind of pressure 8-^)