Seriously, we’re already crashing in to July? I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling like I was just geeing up for the start of winter swells as 2014 closed down, and next thing you knew I’m toughing it out through another really slow summer. Is anybody else ready for Hurricane Marie Version 2.0?…But while there may not be a plethora of waves for me in Southern California this summer, this week did churn up some waves in other parts of the world. Another week in the books!
Video of the Week:
“Have you ever ski’d Off The Wall?” That’s what Jamie O’Brien wants to know, because his faithful sidekick Poopies has. This guy never ceases to amaze me. It’s the first thing we see in the newest Who Is J.O.B. 5.0 (and again at 1:40): Poopies towed in to a mean one on a pair of water skis. If there’s only one thing you watch from Who Is J.O.B., let it be this. Naturally he doesn’t stick the take off because, well, he’s strapped into a pair of water skis on a barreling wave, and then he takes his ceremonial beat down.
“That thing was like triple diamond on that one!” Classic Poopies.
From the Tour:
World Surf League CEO Paul Speaker met with the folks of FOX News last week. And it didn’t go very well. Speaker took some heat for a few of his comments, but personally I was bothered by Stuart Varney’s condescending way of taking on the interview. The WSL’s entire rebranding is supposed to be about broadcasting our sport in a way that it can be universally appreciated. Varney’s interview made surfing a novelty. The guy forgot Kelly Slater’s name ten seconds after having to be told who the guy is. When Speaker suggests some pretty ballsy claims about the WSL’s broadcast ratings in Brazil, rather than following up with some intelligent questions (because, you know, Varney’s supposed to be a journalist and all)…”Oh look! A shark!”
What’s Blowing My Mind:
Have I sounded bitter enough about the lack of surf in Southern California this summer? There’s one point just about every summer where I feel like Steve Addington – on the brink of insanity waiting for something bigger than knee high to crawl towards the west coast. “You just harshed my morning mellow, dude.” Yes, I just quoted one of those surf movies that’s so bad it’s good. Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Well, Southern California finally got a taste of waves to start last week and rumor has it there’s something on the horizon after the holiday weekend. As pumped as I am to follow the madness plowing through the Indian Ocean over the next few days, it’s time for some west coast love already. Dude.


