Hawaiian surfer loses leg, lung, to wet-gangrene formation; has thigh skin grafted onto bottom of other foot making it hairy: “I like to think there’s gonna be some type of perk with that — maybe I get better traction on my surfboard wax!”
We’ve have been introduced to many new heroes in the past few days, or at least two. Matt McGillivray, the surfer from South Africa who performed so admirably at Pipe, and the Gold Coast woman who risked life and limb attempting to save two beer kegs from an angry ocean.
Champions of The People™.
Today, we meet a new one, Carter Parry, a Hawaii-based surfer and internet technology expert who was stricken with an almost impossible to believe run of bad luck. First, at the start of last year’s holiday season, he was rushed to the hospital in Honolulu feeling very sick. He woke up, two weeks later with his leg amputated below the knee, due methicillin-susceptible staphylococcus aureus (MSSA), or wet-gangrene, and had one of his two lungs removed due a “super infection” in his blood.
He was on his way to getting his second leg chopped off but the doctors saved it as described by Parry himself. “The doctors took a huge stretch [of skin] from my knee to my hip, and the nerve ending from my thigh, and transplanted that to my foot. They rebuilt the whole sole of my foot with my thigh tissue and fat, and that is a surgery that should not have worked but because it did, I am not a double amputee — which, for my lung condition, is huge.”
His medical team knew the foot surgery had been a success when, “All the hairs on the bottom of my foot began to stand up in the cold operating room. So they knew the nerve was connected,” Parry continued, and regarding having having hair on the bottom of his foot said, “I like to think there’s gonna be some type of perk with that — maybe I can [channel] extra static electricity, or get better traction on my surfboard wax. We’ll see.”
He said of his run of luck, “I was dealt this hand and I just wanted to surf again — that’s really all I was thinking about the whole time. My appreciation for life has just altered so much in a positive way. … I think my life’s gonna be better than it was before. I might not even be able to stand on a surfboard anymore, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.”
Talk about making lemonade out of lemons and our World Surf League should immediately contact the effervescent young man for a spot in the booth. I would never complain about the Wall of Positive Noise again.
Watch him shine here…
Blockbuster producer Brian Grazer almost kills superstar actor Tom Hanks in horror surf collision: “His fin sliced me open to the point that I had to go to the clinic in Malibu and get 37 stitches on the inside and outside!”
The VAL-pocalypse continues, news today revealing mega-producer Brian Grazer almost killed superstar actor, and fellow VAL, Tom Hanks in a collision at Malibu, where both keep houses.
The almost-seventy-year-old Grazer, whose films include Apollo 13, The Da Vinci Code and Parenthood and who is also famous for breeze-flogged hair that looks like it’s on its own recreational high, told In-Depth with Graham Bensinger,
“I see Tom Hanks, like in the impact zone, while I’m taking off on this wave. And I’m thinking like, ‘I can get around him.’ But I’m also thinking, ‘Shit! He’s a movie star. He’s the movie star. Am I going to kill the movie star?”
Grazer’s fin sliced through Hanks’ leg.
“It caused him to get, I think, 35, 36 stitches in his calf,” said Grazer.
On an earlier episode of the show, Hanks said, “I have a vicious scar in my calf from Brian Grazer running over me on his surfboard… His fin sliced me open to the point that I had to go to the clinic in Malibu, and get 37 stitches on the inside and outside.”
The injury, says Hanks, has left him with a permanently disability.
“My calf muscle has always been too short because I made the mistake of going surfing with Brian Grazer.”
Most worrying, I think, is seventy-year-old Grazer’s use of “like” throughout the interview.
Breaking: “The Round Mound of Rebound” Charles Barkley throws massive shade on the World Surf League’s Cone of Silence!
I’m just going to be very honest here, if you’ll let me, and write that the World Surf League is absolutely, completely, confoundingly blowing it. There are as many story lines, here, in their abject failure, as there are in any “sport” and yet in our favorite CEO Erik Logan is refusing to explore any of them.
Has steadfastly refused even though he promised to be chief storyteller just months ago.
Is it because he has lost his sense of taste in Turtle Bay, frustrated that Lei Lei’s gorgeous cuisine doesn’t hit right?
Can’t fully enjoy Ted’s Bakery haupia pie?
A real mystery but the United States of America’s National Basketball Association, worth billions of dollars and a complete WSL dream, speaks direct truth to its marquee athletes/situations.
Per Charles Barkley, iconic NBA player, even better Ronnie Blakey-esque NBA analyst:
Imagine the ’89 World Champion Marty Potter spitting this much truth on Filipe Toledo’s recent Pipe performance in real time.
Imagine ’88 Barty Lynch.
Barty Lynch is closer to… something but COME ON!
We should be speaking truth to our “power” nonstop while driving some futuristic progressive narrative.
Come fucking on ELo.
Watch: Gold Coast woman becomes international hero as she attempts to rescue two beer kegs getting swept away from surf club in slow moving storm!
Our attention has been so gloriously pulled back to professional surfing, following a fatal shark attack cancelation of the Roxy Pro, in Honolua, and World Surf League CEO Erik Logan’s positive Covid-19 result cancelling the Billabong Pipe Masters in Memory of Andy Irons presented by Hydro Flask.
The whole works.
Surfvival, open threads, artisanal Longtom wraps but there are other heroes in our world like the yet-to-be-named Gold Coast woman who risked life and limb as two beer kegs threatened to make an oceanic getaway from a surf club in Currumbin, Australia.
If there is not a Sound Waves detailing every harrowing second of this incident then what is World Surf League CEO Erik Logan even doing (besides self-isolating and monitoring his light symptoms)?
Heroes are made, not born, or so they say and Plump Pip should well understand but in case he doesn’t (see above video).
What are your feelings, speaking of, on the women hitting Pipe not tomorrow but the next day when a fine swell hits those famed reefs?
I’m entirely optimistic that we are going to be served the best show yet. Steph Gilmore stalling through Backdoor bombs. ‘Ris Moore seeing and raising. The Mother of Dragons doubling down.
But let’s not forget the beer kegs.
John John eats up a Back Door.
Billabong Pipeline Masters, penultimate day: “Where to for Pip Toledo? There was talk all day about spiritual connections and the mental health benefits of the ocean and here was a guy, clearly unprepared on every level, melting down in front of our eyes!”
Kelly, John John, Italo, Gabriel, Jack, meanwhile, breeze into the quarters…
Pro surfing roared back to post-suspension life in a huge day at Pipe where over-lapping heats were churned through with industrial efficiency.
Maybe the most heats run ever?*
Twenty-two by my count which spanned the three vestigial elimination heats, sixteen round three heats and three round of sixteen heats. No great shocks at pulsey four-to-eight-foot Pipeline, weirded out by wind and multiple swell angles which mostly served to outline the stark skill set difference between peers on the CT.
It was hard to watch Filipe Toledo in the first heat of the round of 32, for example, without feeling a real sense of pity.
Seven waves ridden in 40 minutes, nothing close to clean make. Pip got boofed in the head by the lip, Pip out ran the toob- once, twice, three times, Pip went straight to the beach.
There was talk in the booth all day about spiritual connections and the mental health benefits of the ocean and here was a guy, clearly unprepared on every level, melting down in front of our eyes. It was actually a relief when it was done.
Where too for Pip? He has to get through Sunset and Steamer Lane before Snapper offers any blessed relief.
Isn’t there some sort of God who can help him?
I thought that was the great trump card of the Brazilian Storm?
He wasn’t the only tube-dodger. Wade Carmichael couldn’t get behind one. Others looked out of sorts but managed to find form during the time from buzzer to buzzer.
None more-so than Gabe Medina who described himself in the presser as “still waking up”. He sat for over twenty minutes without moving a muscle in heat 13 against Yamban Rookie Morgan Ciblic. In the opening ten minutes I counted three unridden Pipe bombs, eight-foot plus, as heavy as it gets according to Jacky Robinson. Ten-point rides for Medina.
He sat as still as a statue. Inscrutable as buddha. As theatre it was compelling, if not baffling. A weird little non-make warm up wave was finally backed up by a deep cave exploration, a proper Pipe bomb and that was the heat. Medina only comes to life when his ego, his sense of honour, or even some mutated vision of justice is threatened.
Absent those factors, his lack of energy is palpable.
The only contender who hasn’t changed is Italo. He brought the customary froth and fizzle against Seabass. Fossicked around in dung heaps copping wearing closeouts before a minute to go under the lip take-off, the kind where he’s completely encased before getting to the bottom, pulled him well clear of another typically hapless Seabass performance.
The Kelly/Ethan Ewing heat occurred during the peak part of the day, roughly coterminous with the highlight performance by Jack Robinson in the next heat. It was confusing to follow, due to the celebrity call-ins. I think Gerry Lopez was on the line. It was an atrocious connection. Spirituality was the theme of the conversation, which meandered along awkwardly sentimental paths.
I thought, whilst the audience was distracted, we may have been witnessing one of the great sporting declines in history. Kelly got destroyed in a huge Backdoor bomb, went over the handlebars coming out of the toob, looked for all money like a VAL on his first Pipeline go out when he went over the falls without even attempting to put hooves on the board. At some point during those proceedings, according to his testimony, he was briefly knocked unconscious.
This decline was unremarked by the commentary team, it was like a parallel production unit reporting from a parallel Universe. No replays, no talk of Kelly’s over the falls.
Is this how it ends? The Kelly era, the Kelly Epoch, that we all live in, like it or not? The King getting punched out by Pipeline while the booth pretends to look away. “I’ve got no problem being put out to pasture,” claims Kelly in the teaser. “If someone gunna make me look silly they’ve got to be surfing pretty good”.
It wasn’t quite like that.
Seconds later, Kelly’s dropping like a dead weight thrown off a cliff down a blue wall and getting spat out of a classic Pipe chamber, with a full wrap exclamation mark. Kelly throws down a heavy Backdoor make. Within three minutes the decline was reversed. Ewing, who has to cringe at the AI comparisons, had no answer back.
Comparing like for like, in terms of two perennial Title contenders who have never quite got over the line and who were facing fired up Rookies the heats featuring Jordan Michael Smith and Julian Wilson were instructive.
It would not be unfair to see Jordy in Biblical terms, maybe featured in an epic watery, post-modern reinterpretation of the Sistine Chapel titled The Passion of Jordy, being spat out of the toob at Pipe in a shower of holy spray. That would suit the spiritual tone of the day. He obviously had more feeling than Jules, who was so thoroughly put to sleep by the incredibly precise positioning and execution of Jack Robinson that you wonder how he could wake up again.
It was one of those demoralizing losses like the one he laid on Toledo at the Box. It does seems unfair to call Jack Robinson a Rookie at Pipe. Kelly will need a lot of mana to have any chance against him when the comp resumes.
I predicted a rookie bloodbath but there were some pockets of resistance. Matt McGilvray was unflappable in disposing of Seth Moniz, who had the waves to win but was destroyed by a huge Pipe wave when his positioning was off by inches.
Peterson Crisanto charged many predatory pipe waves before losing to red hot Leo Fioravanti.
John Florence started very sharply with a tight technical make at Pipe, waited an eternity for the first Backdoor wave of the day against Connor, which was enough. He had to grind out a win against McGilvray in the round of 16 to make the quarters.
Which should see him make the top five for Trestles, operating under the theory that you can’t win a title now, but you can lose it.
Save Griffin Colapinto getting bounced by Crisanto after spending too long looking for a miracle Backdoor wave that wasn’t there. You don’t need to be that smart to be a pro surfer but you do need to catch two waves in a heat.
Huge, huge day.
Form won through, experience at Pipe paid off. Balls mattered, skill was at a premium. Same as it ever was.
Now the girls are going to have make sense of it.
Will the Booth look away, cut to the celebrity call-ins?
The whole world, millions according to Randy Rarick, will be watching.