Pure super yacht.
The biggest shock, yesterday, at the World Surf League’s inaugural Finals Day was not that it wasn’t an utter disaster. Not that third place Filipe Toledo, very much against paddling into waves of consequence, lost to dominant Gabriel Medina. Not that prohibitive favorite Carissa Moore beat Tati Weson-Webb. Not even that waves showed up and stayed around all day as the sun peaked out, through fog, and the cobbled stone shone.
No, no no. It was, rather, the shining vision of World Surf League CEO Erik Logan, emerging at the end of the day as a unique thrust of nature, the sexiest cocaine cowboy out of Oprah Winfrey’s cocoon.
Note Logan early days, back in Oprah’s cocoon.
Look now upon his announcement as World Surf League CEO.
Feet wet, meeting with a vile surf journalist, very much in the game.
And yesterday, cobbled stone.
More salt than pepper hair cut just right, a Don Johnson-adjacent beard hugging no double chin, white polo down to grey slacks and clean Vans.
Straight Miami.
Pure super yacht.
And wow.
Do you celebrate along with title?
We all should.