And, honest question, is anyone in this event
surfing as good as AI in 2006? Apart from Carissa in her
division.
I am a gullible prick/sheeple. Swallowed the
Carlos Casteneda Mexican shaman hoax holus bolus, ate up Kelly’s
bold prediction of a twelfth title run via back to back wins in
Mexico and Tahiti before storming home at Trestles.
When it comes to world views I’ll choose the most aesthetically
pleasing and nothing seemed as good looking/absurd to me this time
yesterday as a Kelly Title in 2021.
Three minutes to go against Italo and needing a 7.27, Kelly
spikes an overhead wall with the classic karate snap, still the
best top turn in the game, before blitzing a carving three-o.
Falls. Like Tahiti, like Australian Pro Surfing.
A very, very disappointing end.
Judges called Italo’s waves almost exactly a point better, wave
for scoring wave, than Kelly’s.
Harsh, but true.
Kelly’s dream, our separate reality, crushed by a fire
hydrant-sized bastion of Brazilian progressivism.
With Tahiti gone and the regular season done, so goes Owen
Wright, Wade Carmichael, Ace, Jack Freestone, Connor O’leary, plus
the previous New Chapterers of Mikey Wright, and Julian Wilson.
I think Ethan Ewing survives by the skin of his pepi.
That’s a wholesale slaughter, Aussie pro surfing’s Darkest Day.
A savage indictment on the Surfing Australia/HPC surfing industrial
complex, tasked with translating Aussie taxpayer money into a
continuing pipeline of champions.
Will they be able to retrofit the non-industrialised Morgs into
their organisation to claim success out of massive failure?
Ewing couldn’t find the extra gear to knock out Medina, despite
every advantage under the sun, most pertinently a very brittle
looking Medina.
This is not the Gabe we saw on Finals Day at Narrabeen. The make
rate has slipped and with it confidence.
Which one went first is a chicken and egg argument.
Not only is the confidence low but the previous iron-clad heat
strategy looks shot. He surfed scrappy insiders against Deivid
Silva, let him go on the all the bombs and couldn’t claw back the
deficit in wave quality.
That’s three major chokes in three events. Surf Ranch, Olympics
and now Mexico. This is the shakiest front runner we’ve ever seen,
to mangle a metaphor: swimming covered in tuna oil in shark
infested waters.
Toledo’s brain fades this year likewise do not inspire
confidence despite Trestles being his happiest of happy places.
Italo looks the most solid of contenders but the soft rollers and
long lulls of a typical southern-hemi day at Trestles conspire
against the hyper-active Ferreira modus operandi.
Italo called his heat win against Kelly a “nice heat” and seemed
suitably understated as the Goat seethed nearby, one more slow
dimming light extinguished on the long slow fade out we are
privileged to witness.
No Olympics has to burn, both personally for Kelly and for the
sport itself.
An injured John John was a non-event, a fully fit Kelly would
have been massive as far as the mainstream media goes. Huge, huge
story. The fully fledged reco both Kelly and Elo crave. The
antithesis of being pinned against the glass by a babbling Kaipo in
front of a tiny audience of fellow gullible pricks and
prickettes.
One Australian in the quarter final, which is about or just
above the year average. Robbo looks good. Very repertoire heavy,
like Mateus Herdy, and unlike Ethan Ewing. Not afraid to go above
the lip first turn, which seems strange in 2021, fifteen years
after AI did it in the final.
Honest question: is anyone in this event surfing as good as AI
in 2006?
Apart from Carissa in her division.
Italo is smashing it repeatedly but each turn means less when
you lose count of them. Leo, Herdy, Jack Robbo? No one looks
completely in charge of their own destiny. Robbo looks closest with
his so-called “peaceful warrior” demeanour, which he confirmed was
an “energy you need to have” and was so esoteric that it was “too
complicated to explain”.
Don’t hold back Jack, you are amongst your own people here.
We are psychedelic literate and understand how sideways shit can
go in the tropics when you follow the lightning flash of
plant-based inspiration.