I was reading this string and laughing because I used to sail with Matt Miller a time long long ago in places not so far away.
When sailing in high winds and big chop (San Francisco, San Felipe...) I don't think we ever executed a "controlled jibe". It was more like "ok, we've got to jibe, jibing" as the boat turned, Matt throws the tiller, executing a flying leap, me grabbing the new sheet and scrambling to the new side while sheeting in, hooking in, jumping out, and then gathering the main sheet that has just washed out of Matts hand and off the tramp as he is shouting "main sheet, MAIN SHEET" as the boat excellerates, as the bow burys, as we scramble to both stand on the rudder, as the bow lifts. The next wave hits us both and we are now behind the boat using the jib sheet as a "get back on the boat" line as I pull and Matt grabs me as a "get back on the boat device" as we get it back together just before the next jibe.
Isn't this the whole reason we sail?