When you see the word “Wedge” in a headline, somewhere on your news feed, social media feed, or even as a suggested quick watch on YouTube, do you instantly think carnage? Do you start to lick your lips? Do you start to twirl your evil little hipster mustache and let out a deep, evil laugh befitting of a billionaire fat cat comic villain?
“Oh, the carnage,” you profess with excitement!
Surely, this new morsel of Wedge viewing will deliver fools tumbling over the falls, dropping to an impending sandy doom. Maybe the cameras will zoom in on their faces the exact moment they realize they’ve made a costly mistake, and while they wish they could take it all back, they’re not caught in the tight grip of Wedge’s vengeful lip with no chance of escape. It will be such a joy to see the broken boards that wash up and the surfers who stumble up from the shore break behind them, shaking their heads, pounding at their ears to rid them of all the sand that just rushed into their brains. Oh, the sand! So much sand everywhere! What an evil little irritation they must endure, that pesky sa–
…ok seriously, stop being so evil. July 15, 2019; there actually wasn’t that much carnage at the Wedge. It was a nice day, to be honest. A very nice day. Maybe the best of the summer.
But yeah, there were a couple of wipeouts.
