Gabriel Medina’s sordid love triangle
featuring now ex-wife Yasmin Brunet and step-father Charlie the
scintillating focus of universally-praised TV series “Make or
Break” second episode!
By Chas Smith
Essential.
Surf media is falling all over itself to heap
the most superlative praise on Apple+ Television’s just released
series Make or Break though is it all deserved or another
example, in continuous string, of our kind just gagging to be
noticed? I’ll be extremely honest with you. I was worried it was
the later after watching episode one. Tyler Wright’s narrative felt
canned and the lack of genuine stakes seemed ridiculous what with
non-stop hyperbole gushing from interviewed mouths.
Wayne “Rabbit” Bartholomew, I think, said of last year’s tour,
the one being filmed, “This is the greatest assemblage of talent in
the history of the sport.”
Um, no.
Also, “Any of these guys could beat anyone.”
Also no.
11x champion Kelly Slater, speaking of Pipeline’s deadliness,
declared, “It’s super dangerous. Somebody dislocated their shoulder
this morning.”
As a chronic dislocater, not dangerous or deadly.
Etc. Etc. Etc. and I was concerned heading into episode two, The
Brazilian Storm, especially when it began “Filipe Toledo is the
most dangerous competitor on the world tour.”
? unless “dangerous” and “dislocated shoulder” are now
synonymous.
But then magic begins to unspool albeit slowly. The cameras
focus on Gabriel Medina and his then wife Yasmin Brunet early.
Medina having split from step-father Charlie and mother in order to
make his own way with archival footage and tears. It flips to Italo
Ferreira and his childhood friend and traveling partner who makes
him smoothies and also admits to not being appreciated. Andy King
is unveiled as Medina’s new coach, more tears flow, Medina and
Ferreira go back and forth winning and losing events on the
Australian leg, Filipe Toledo, the aforementioned “most dangerous”
pops in and out and scene.
The subtle insights are fascinating but the real glory, for us
honest-to-goodness professional surf watchers, is this bizarre time
capsule. We know that Medina divorced Brunet and quit the tour for
a mental break, for example, and to observe him shooting daggers
through her when she tells him to “surf for fun,” when she says,
“People think I am going to derail his career” are pure gold.
Kafka could not have written it better.
And so the only complaint I was left with was a lack of insight
from us honest-to-goodness professional surf watchers. The camera
follows Ferreira, for example, into a live Ain’t That Swell show
and my gracious if that doesn’t look wildly fun but neither Jed
Smith nor Vaughn Blakey are interviewed. Instead, Stace Galbraith
and Luke Kennedy are utilized in the “surf journalist” role. Now,
I’m sure both are wonderful but neither are vicious and we (read:
you) are vicious.
That bit is missing, honest-to-goodness analysis, criticism,
hot-takes from The People™. It appears, through the episode, that
“surf fans” are pure, spooning down the storylines churned out by
our World Surf League, which seems a miss.
A small complaint, though, especially when episode two flips to
episode three and Jay “Bottle” Thompson reveals the origins of his
nickname.
Pip Toledo, regining Margaret River Pro champ.
WSL
Open thread, comment live, Margaret River
Pro, “Oh, surfing, you capricious sprite!”
By Derek Rielly
Six-to-eight feet of king's corduroy, wiped clean
by north-east offshore.
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Kelly, flanked by Margaret River icon Mitch
Thorson and girlfriend Kalani Miller. WSL/Hughes
John John “Rough Boy” Florence lays down
heavy gauntlet on day one at Margaret River Pro; Kelly Slater in
shock round one loss!
By JP Currie
Eight hours of non-elimination surfing in big,
wonky waves.
It took an age for this competition to
start. Five straight lay-days can certainly take the
wind out of your sails.
But when it did we were ushered in with a familiar script, swell
on tap, vineyards, great local foods, arresting nature – visually,
spiritually, sexually even…
And don’t forget all manner of creatures trotting, swimming and
swooping two-by-two through wide expansive landscapes.
Western Australia is paradise, don’t you know.
Part surf competition, part government-funded tourist drive,
same as it ever was.
The waves showed up, not perfect in shape, but more than
sufficient in size.
Not all competitors wanted to surf, according to Richie Lovett.
They’d been making their voices heard about the suitability of
conditions, some clearly preferring to wait for a little less size,
a little more form.
You have to shake off that negative mindset, said Richie. If
you’re surfing, you’re surfing. If you paddle out in the wrong
frame of mind you will surely lose.
He was dead right, of course.
Pondering this, I realised it’s exactly the sort of information
that could help someone make a lot of money betting on surfing. If
you had a sense of someone’s mind in these pre-heat moments, you
might have a sense of their performance to come.
I like these feisty new voices, whoever they are, and you can’t
blame them for seeking the best canvas on which to perform their
dubious art.
Personally I enjoy the heats when the waves are less than
perfect. Seeing the best cope with challenge is illuminating, at
least from a very niche and arguably masochistic perspective.
I was all aboard the WSL hype train early, hearing there was a
massive swell in the water. Surely this meant full-bore competition
surfing at its finest: death-defying drops; competitors surfing for
their lives and livelihoods, make or break; and full-rail carves
that left water suspended in the air like the slackened jaws of
fans at home.
But it wasn’t quite like that.
It was simply eight hours of non-elimination surfing in big,
wonky waves. There were scrappy heats, warbles in the face, bouncy
carves that were visually unappealing and never quite in
control.
Main Break looked wild and wooly, like a worse version of the
worst version of Bells that is so heavily criticised.
One man who muscled his way through the adversary of not only
his competitors but the warbly faces of a wave he’d never surfed
before was Callum Robson. In an all rookie match-up for the opening
heat of the day he dispatched Sammy Pupo and Imai deVault, leading
early and throughout.
Despite the laydays he’s clearly carrying some momentum from
Bells, and there seems no reason why he could not also do well
here. Is he Australia’s new Great White Hope? It might be a tussle
with Ethan Ewing, but he has a blue-collar appeal vaunted by so
many Australians.
Well, perhaps aside from the wine-quaffing, neighbour-shaming
puritan type of Australian that seems to frequent Swellnet. The
type with a drawer dedicated to instruction manuals. The type who
could give you the ins and outs of a cat’s arsehole about the
various merits of pressure washers.
Not those kind. The good kind. The kind like Robbo himself. He’s
got to be Robbo, right? Or more likely: RRRROBBOOOOOOOOOO…
From new hope we transitioned to fading hope.
Given the early heat and the well documented fact Kelly doesn’t
like mornings, he was a fairly safe bet to visit another losers
round.
I did appreciate the interaction with the small boy who
approached him as he came out of the water. The boy was decked out
in a Slater jersey with a pen at the ready, too young to understand
the nuances of adult moods. Slater glanced at him, seemed halfway
to silently mouthing Fuck Off and scything through the child’s very
soul with a laser death stare, before noting the camera and donning
his mask.
Good on him, I thought, even if it was just for the camera.
Later, during a post-heat breakdown Shannon claimed that “Kelly
was just on fire” in his heat. This was slightly confusing given
that he was in last place for the entire heat, but I presume her
psychological conditioning took over for a moment.
John Florence cantered through the next heat against easy
opposition, but not without producing a turn that you might watch
then watch again. It was the kind of tip-to-tail carve that makes
your rectus femoris burn to witness. The kind of turn that sold
thousands of Pyzel Ghosts.
John occupies a lonely pedestal in the minds of many. Moments
like this show it’s not without some justification, but WCT events
are not expression sessions.
However, this is a competition that has been good to Florence,
and there’s a world in which this becomes a pivotal and season
defining moment.
Additional title threats Kanoa and Filipe both negotiated first
round victories with middling scores on a day when middling scores
were more than enough.
On paper Filipe looked fragile against Owen Wright in a meaty
swell. In all transparency I bet significantly against him. But
he’s the most recent champion here, and at some point the narrative
that he can’t compete in waves of a certain size or power will
change.
With further transparency I’ll admit that I missed the next
three heat victories of Italo, Ethan and O’Leary. (I’ve had to fact
check that last one a couple of times. Connor O’Leary, first round
heat victory? Unlikely but apparently no less true).
You’ll forgive me for the absence, but it was somewhere around
five or six am and I needed at least an hour of sleep before
work.
Please let me know if I missed anything significant. I haven’t
had a chance to catch up today and in all likelihood I won’t.
There’s nothing captivating about sports on replay, less so the
opening rounds of a CT event. It wouldn’t take me long to count the
number of heats I’ve watched after the fact. There is nothing
compelling about a recorded version of something already on record.
Live sport exists in the moment, and beyond that moment it is
diminished to such an extent that only the very greatest moments
will live on. Even then they can only have a fraction of the
original impact.
I tend to consume pro-surfing in a dreamlike state, time zones
as they are. Something I’ve considered is the fact that if a new
audience was to come, then it would likely be from Europe and
mainland USA. As such, something must be done to make the format
more palatable and easier to consume without slipping from
consciousness for the sake of watching live sport.
The answer to this, in part, is to make it much, much
shorter.
I woke to Joao Chianca’s victory in a tough-looking heat in
terms of quality of opponent and waves. He seems to be the poster
boy for the anti-cut brigade, the one surfer people on both sides
of the debate feel should be saved, somehow. Perhaps he’ll do it
through his own performance here. If not I strongly suspect
there’ll be some wildcards in his future.
The opening round concluded with victories for Leo and Griff.
Notable for me was the fate of poor Seth Moniz, consigned to the
loser’s round for the second comp in a row, somewhat confusingly
for such a talented and vibrant surfer.
Given what we saw of him at Pipe, surfing the final against
Kelly so exhausted that he could barely speak, if you told me he
was suffering chronic fatigue as a result I wouldn’t question
it.
More notable was another delightful phone in from Shaun
Tomson!
He provided less spiritual meandering this time but just as much
comedic drivel. Jordy is the “god of power”, according to Shaun.
No-one on Tour can stand next to him in this regard. Furthermore,
he’s a cross between Joel Parkinson and Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Thanks for that, Shaun. What a gruesome beast that must be.
And with that I went to work.
Margaret River Pro Men’s Opening Round 1
Results:
HEAT 1: Callum Robson (AUS) 12.17 DEF. Imaikalani deVault (HAW)
10.00, Samuel Pupo (BRA) 9.83
HEAT 2: Jackson Baker (AUS) 12.03 DEF. Barron Mamiya (HAW) 10.77,
Matthew McGillivray (ZAF) 10.17
HEAT 3: Ezekiel Lau (HAW) 15.00 DEF. Ryan Callinan (AUS) 13.37,
Kelly Slater (USA) 9.20
HEAT 4: John John Florence (HAW) 15.60 DEF. Lucca Mesinas (PER)
8.93, Jacob Willcox (AUS) 8.44
HEAT 5: Kanoa Igarashi (JPN) 13.10 DEF. Conner Coffin (USA) 8.50,
Ben Spence (AUS) 7.70
HEAT 6: Filipe Toledo (BRA) 13.00 DEF. Owen Wright (AUS) 9.63, Jack
Thomas (AUS) 6.90
HEAT 7: Italo Ferreira (BRA) 14.17 DEF. Jake Marshall (USA) 13.26,
Jadson Andre (BRA) 6.17
HEAT 8: Ethan Ewing (AUS) 13.70 DEF. Nat Young (USA) 10.90, Deivid
Silva (BRA) 7.63
HEAT 9: Connor O’Leary (AUS) 13.80 DEF. Morgan Cibilic (AUS) 12.90,
Caio Ibelli (BRA) 9.24
HEAT 10: Joao Chianca (BRA) 12.43 DEF. Kolohe Andino (USA) 11.87,
Miguel Pupo (BRA) 6.27
HEAT 11: Leonardo Fioravanti (ITA) 11.33 DEF. Jordy Smith (ZAF)
11.17, Seth Moniz (HAW) 6.50
HEAT 12: Griffin Colapinto (USA) 14.07 DEF. Jack Robinson (AUS)
11.47, Frederico Morais (PRT) 11.43
Margaret River Pro Men’s Elimination Round 2
Matchups:
HEAT 1: Kelly Slater (USA) vs. Jadson Andre (BRA) vs. Jack Thomas
(AUS)
HEAT 2: Caio Ibelli (BRA) vs. Deivid Silva (BRA) vs. Ben Spence
(AUS)
HEAT 3: Miguel Pupo (BRA) vs. Frederico Morais (PRT) vs. Jacob
Willcox (AUS)
HEAT 4: Seth Moniz (HAW) vs. Samuel Pupo (BRA) vs. Matthew
McGillivray (ZAF)
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Two-time world champ Tyler Wright breakout
star in opening gambit of Apple TV series Make Or Break; slams
surfing’s chronic misogyny, “Look at the first event, boys are at
Pipe, women are at Maui… at the same time, fuck, it’s
Pipe”
By Derek Rielly
“It’s a high-risk wave. Personally, as an
individual, no, I don’t want to go and surf Pipe."
There is no more compelling story within pro surfing than
the Wright family.
Even the most cursory examination reveals myriad story lines:
the two-time world champ Tyler who won a tour event at fourteen,
qualified at sixteen and who threw it in briefly before returning
to the tour and carving and plating her two titles.
Mikey? Hot and salty and greasy (like a sunbathing German) and a
sometime wildcard.
And, all three of ‘em swindled for a total of $1.5 million after
a family friend turned bookkeeper salted agambling addiction with
the storied surfers’ cash.
A lovely field to plough.
In the first episode of the seven-part Apple TV series Make or
Break, we are transported back to December 2020, to the
commencement of the 2021 tour.
Tyler Wright is the hub upon which the episode revolves. Wright,
often combative, is curiously tranquil here, eyes with a new
placid look, sheepish even, although she lights up when it comes to
men etc.
“Surfing is sexist,” says Wright. “Look at the sexism within
surfing. You do look at the first event. Boys are at Pipe, women
are at Maui… historically, the women haven’t been allowed to have a
permit at Pipe.”
Wright’s wish for a Pipe showdown is granted when a man is
killed by a shark at Honolua Bay during the event’s waiting period
forcing tour organisers to shift the final from Maui to Oahu.
“I believe in the women on tour,” she says at a meeting to
discuss the shift. “It’s an opportunity missed if we don’t show up.
It’s a moment in women’s surfing history. At the same time, fuck,
it’s Pipe.”
Cameras follow Wright’s prep for Pipe final with Hawaiian
Carissa Moore. Her coach is Kekoa Bacalso – the Hawaiian-born 2009
ASP Rookie of the Year; shaper is the wizard behind John John
Florence’s boards, Jon Pyzel.
We sit on the deck of the Rip Curl house as Wright examines a
four-to-six-foot day and admits she wouldn’t want to surf it
recreationally.
“It’s a high-risk wave. Personally, as an individual, no, I
don’t want to go and surf Pipe… I’m happy not to go out just
now,” she says. “Yeah, nah, ain’t going out…”
Wright wins event, Carissa second.
Episode shifts to Kelly and John John at Pipe. Ep two, Gabriel
vs Italo.
Make or Break premieres tomoz on Apple TV. Sign up for the free
trial, watch the eps, get out.
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The Big O tens at The Box. WSL
Open thread, comment live, men’s first
round Margaret River Pro, “One tall glass, soda water, whisky.
Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket!”
By Derek Rielly
Luxuriate in the presence of that warm male glow,
almost as a sunbather feels the sun!
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Jon Pyzel and Matt Biolos by
@theneedforshutterspeed/Step Bros