But why bother? It's not that hard to hook a laptop
up to your flat screen…
The Eddie has a greenlight for Thursday! Or
Friday, if you’re one of the unfortunate souls trapped on that
treacherous hunk of upside-down rock known as Australia.
Of course, we all know that means nothing, other than tons of
exposure for a floundering surf empire. The Bay calls the day, and
all that. And the forecast shows there’s a very good chance it’ll
be too big. Maybe Friday?
One thing’s for sure, I am super fucking glad I don’t live on
the North Shore anymore. After Monday’s closure of a 12 mile stretch of Kam
Highway, which allowed in residents but was still a
total mess thanks to redirected tourist traffic, things must be
getting pretty damn frustrating.
Yeah, life on NS is great, but most people gotta head towards
Town to make enough to live, and even if your employer is cool
enough to let you skip a shift rather than sit in your car for ten
hours to and from, he probably ain’t gonna pay you for the day. And
it’s hand to mouth for nearly everyone.
Following the rather disingenuous announcement that the event
will run tomorrow, maybe, it’s guaranteed that same stretch of
coast will turn into a parking lot beginning sometime tonight,
continuing into the weekend.
If you live East of Waimea, best to treat it like a natural
disaster, head to Mililani ASAP, stock up at Costco, and ride the
ordeal with a well stocked larder. Beyond being a total rip off,
Foodland is going to be packed. And their poke fucking sucks, I
don’t care what anyone else says.
I guess you could go the long way ’round through Kahuku, if you
feel like making the longest drive trip possible on the island
without passing through Nanakuli.
Second, it’s not that great of an event in person. It’s cool to
say you went, but unless you’ve got the hook-up for the house on
the point, or a pair of crazy eagle eyes, you’re really just
watching tiny specks draw white lines a mile out to sea. The
webcast is where it’s at.
I made the 14-mile round-trip bike ride from my pad in Waialua
to Waimea for 2009’s event. Learned two things. First, I do not
have the right muscles to ride a rusty beach cruiser that far. Was
walking bow-legged for a week, felt like I’d played bottom bitch on
an episode of Oz.
Second, it’s not that great of an event in person. It’s cool to
say you went, but unless you’ve got the hook-up for the house on
the point, or a pair of crazy eagle eyes, you’re really just
watching tiny specks draw white lines a mile out to sea. The
webcast is where it’s at.
Or the CBS Sports Network, a premium pay channel dumping ground
for the obscure or unimportant.
I don’t know why they even bother, it’s not that hard to hook a
laptop up to your flat screen.
