Success in surfing is finite. There are only so many ways you can rotate the human body on, or above, a wave. I hate to be the Bearer of Bad Yews(!) here, but surfing today is about as progressive as it’s going to get. From here on out, it’s all the same maneuvers with more rotations or various types of embellishment (e.g. it’s an air reverse, but this time they grabbed a new part of the board! SO REVOLUTIONARY). All the tricks have already been discovered. I’m sure someone will eventually come along and rotate another 180 degrees more than the last person, but it’s still the same aerial and mechanics. It will only be “new” in the sense that they’ll spin in circles slightly more than the last wave-riding, circle-spinning record holder.
To watch a wave surfed to its fullest, with the surfer properly hitting all their targets, throwing spray and acrobatic aerials along the way, is a sight to behold. And while I do appreciate a well-surfed wave, it’s also incredibly boring. Perfection’s luster wears off by wave number four because the surfer is doing everything correctly, performing the exact maneuver that a particular walled section calls for. It becomes too predictable. It’s like any Pitbull song – you might not know exactly what’s coming next, but you also know exactly what’s coming next (and there’s a high probability it’s in Spanish).