Call me sick. Call me a twisted sadist. Call me whatever you like, because I can’t quite seem to get enough of watching surfers tiptoe on the margins of death. Seeing these maniacs withstand the force of the entire Pacific Ocean bearing down on their shoulders is like witnessing a drunk and shackled Count of Monte Cristo swinging in on a chandelier and taking out a dozen villains without receiving a single scratch. It’s borderline Hollywood super hero shit is what it is. Such was the case when a few of big-wave surfing’s most insane athletes jumped on a plane headed to Maui right after the Eddie was called off last week. Here’s the utter savagery that went down. And if you’re completely baffled as to how no one died this day, know that you’re not alone.
