Save Erik.
It has been over twenty-four hours since World Surf League CEO Erik Logan bravely turned his camera on and documented a potentially life-threatening reef injury suffered while possibly surfing or or piloting a SUP. Viewers cringed, grasped their stomachs, gasped for air as Logan filmed his foot, scratched and lightly bleeding, while World Surf League deputy commissioner Renato Hickel sternly said, “We have Erik with his first Tahiti tattoo and he already poured some alcohol on it but we gotta go lemon, lime.”
Surfers everywhere, instantly, knew how serious the situation was as staph infections can easily take hold causing loss of limb, even death.
World Surf League head judge Pritamo Ahrendt assisted, with commentary, as Hickel rubbed lemon or lime into Logan’s wound while Logan writhed in pain, groaning, squealing, stomping his uninjured foot.
Overnight, candles were lit for the Oklahoma native’s full recovery, flying lanterns sent into the air with scraps of paper inside reading “Save Erik.” And this morning, surfers everywhere and maybe Oprah Winfrey too, logged onto Instagram to see if there were any updates.
Nothing.
And, now, over 24-hours on, still nothing.
Absolute crickets.
Surfers everywhere began chewing finger nails down to nubs, problem drinking, checking themselves into mental health facilities as the minutes stretched on with no updates.
Oprah Winfrey completely missing in action.
While it is never encouraged to lose hope, now might be the time.
RIP.