Claiming is usually kind of weak. Most of the time, that is. It’s turned into the same sort of thing as diving in soccer. A few exceptions come to mind: Andy’s shotgun claim or Kelly’s 10 in Rio, but sometimes, it’s completely warranted. This is most definitely one of those times. Skeet Derham – which, by the way, has a name that pretty much guarantees him the role of sheriff in any southern town circa 1880 – somehow makes the drop of a lifetime into a cavernous Nias pit. It doesn’t look possible. It’s easy to assume that he ate shit and is in the process of bouncing off the reef, wishing he didn’t go while trying to fit the entire ocean up his nose. But wait! We suspect something might be happening when the two guys in the channel lift their arms in celebration and/or awe. Did he make it? Is it possible? Skeet then proceeds to emerge triumphant, arms raised, probably screaming like a banshee, his nose mercifully free of sea water. Hopefully, he’s chanting his own name. Skeet Skeet Skeet.
