Kelly swipes perfect ten, loses heat. Kolohe roars alive!
After a fruitless comb of the Teahupoo ghetto this morning, you might’ve recoiled at its…slow…slow…slow. At its enforced idleness. A crummy swell forecast. Now or never.
Were you of the opinion that the umbrella organisation that owns professional surfing had finally announced its failure? Chas Smith did, for an hour or so. Read here. At least until a crew of Mormons appeared and made good the world. Read here.
I’m of the belief that surfers, at least those surfers interested in professional surfing for more than the bang and pop and ostentatiousness of big Pipe or Teahupoo, find an exuberance in the chess-like machinations of these sorts of small days. We appreciate the surfers who can fortune tell a west bowl before it breaks. The surfers who’ll swing onto the inside and into smaller, more perfect waves that cling to the reef.
I’m also of the belief that a good event runs on momentum. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve forgotten a contest was still running ’cause of lay-days, half-days and endless standbys to deal with wavering tides. A contest run over four consecutive days in occasionally good waves will always steal the show from a stuttering, two-week marathon.
Today was a cache of gold nuggets.
Did you see Kolohe’s almost-ten pulled from under Jordy’s
gaping, stunned nostrils? Two minutes to go? Needs a banger?
Woof! Watch it here.
Did the Slater-Santos (and Buchan) heat peel you off your chair?
Kelly Slater scores a beautiful ten, a surprising ten, scooped
off the inside by virtue of his foamball jockeying, and then
wildcard Bruno Santos throws Kelly into round five
with pair of nines.
The contest wraps tomorrow with round five, the quarters, semis and the final. A six-thirts am start. Who you gonna pick?
(Full results soon…)
