Hot, hot heat.
Oh but to be Erik Logan. The World Surf League’s CEO has had a year so utterly fabulous, so completely successful as to beg for suspension of disbelief. From hosting the universally applauded Final’s Day there on Lower Trestles’ cobbled stone to emerging from a cocoon of Sally Jessy Raphael as a fully-formed “sexy cocaine cowboy” to, now, gracing the cover of his hometown Southbay Magazine which will certainly be torn off and tacked up to walls of lonely housewives from Redondo to Del Aire.
A heartthrob.
An undeniable heartthrob.
Southbay, which aspires to “capture the essence of the South Bay defined by its people, ideas, arts and issues of the day” announced the cover boy and centerfold thusly: “For Erik Logan, Becoming the CEO of the World Surf League Was a Serendipitous Journey. Read more about him in the cover story of our November issue!”
Logan, responded that he was “humbled beyond words.”
The feature tracks the brave face of professional surfing growing up “in a landlocked state” and being “terrified of the ocean. I wouldn’t go in. In fact, I wouldn’t go in lakes if I couldn’t see the bottom.”
The terror was due the movie Jaws.
But as we know, his wife bought him a wetsuit that soon became a “suit of armor” and here we are today.
You can, and must, read the story in its entirety but like all centerfolds, the pictures are the juice.
Do yourself a favor and don’t click in front of wife, significant other.
Certainly too much heat.