Dirty, dirty water.
As a man, as an American, as an elite sportsman, it is very difficult to fault Brett Simpson, thirty-six years old, a two-time winner of the US open, a surfing hall of famer and the USA Olympic surf team’s coach.
He ain’t got a bad bone in that old body, even if it is held together by sheets of pigmented skin the colour of rust.
The immensely popular Simpson was a star of Peter King’s once-great #tournotes (Watch “Brett Simpson is the Unicorn of Lowers” here), helped Filipe tutor Lake Peterson in the art of the 540 and when Filipe lost in an interference at the US Open he told the WSL to “change that fucking 1970 rulebook.”
It was a shock, three days ago, therefore, when the WSL’s Chief Strategy and Brand Officer Dave Prodan, thirty-seven, who has been with the company since he graduated from UCSB in 2005, said on the WSL’s official podcast, “The number of conservative, whining, fucking fascists in the surfing world, some of which hold esteemed positions in companies and on Olympic teams, is pathetic.”
Who are the fucking fascists on the Olympic team?
Hawaiians John John Florence and Carissa Moore or flag-waving Yankee Doodle Dandys Brett Simpson and Kolohe Andino?
The mathematics on that equation, I suggest, is simple.
“I just love freedom, man,” says Brett.