WSL bingo for the day consisted of various
iterations of sand on the reef, bumps on the horizon (which rarely
materialised), Apple watches, shaper rankings, and the word
“sendy”.
And Here…We…Go…
Not my words, of course, but those of Heath Ledger’s Joker,
shortly before a failed detonation in the movie and a successful
suicide IRL.
Pipeline also failed to detonate today. A stark fact made
starker by that classic WSL trope of harking back to better days.
In this case just last year. 2022 Pipe. How we loved and miss
you.
But much like an ex who’s significantly hotter than the current
partner you’re lumbered with, it would be nice not to be reminded
of it every five minutes.
Such is life. We move on through gritted teeth.
However, if you’ll permit me a little detour, I have a
suggestion that would make pro surfing infinitely more
consumable.
The idea came to me after watching Make Or Break Season 2.
Reviews are currently under embargo, so I’ll put my major thoughts
on ice, but I will say that the loin-tingling excitement of Pipe
2022 was not conveyed.
I have the solution.
Reduce heat times to 10-15 mins. No priority. Catch three waves
max, two score. If neither surfer scores, both are eliminated.
Something like this:
Opening rd – 12 three-man heats of 15 mins (3 hrs)
Elimination – 4 three-man heats of 10 mins (40 mins)
Rd 32 – 16 two-man heats of 10 mins (2hrs 40)
Rd 16 – 8 two-man heats of 10 mins (1hr 20)
QF – 4 two-man heats of 10 mins (40 mins)
SF – 2 two-man heats of 15 mins (30 mins)
Final – two men, 20 mins
Comp over in nine hours. One day of good waves.
Alternatively, you go straight elimination, which would make it
even quicker.
Advantages?
Make use of the best conditions. All you need is one day in a
waiting period.
Lack of priority and shorter heats adds competitiveness and
aggression. There will be hassling, there will be drop ins. There
might even be dangerous collisions and punch-ups.
But this is the drama everyone wants to see.
You have to go for broke.
Ultimately it solves four major problems: poor or inconsistent
waves over multiple days; comps taking too long; heats being
boring/lacking drama; and pro surfing not being consumable for
fans.
Obvious criticisms?
Some heats will be duds, but that’s a problem we already have.
The increased tension and drama of others will compensate.
It could turn into a hassling competition. I’m ok with that. But
when surfers recognise they’ve got such a short time to get a
score, they’ll realise they’re disadvantaging themselves by not
surfing.
Some guys will travel halfway around the world to be eliminated
in ten minutes.
So what? This is pro sport. Surfing needs more drama.
Drama was not especially evident today at Pipe. The opening
round was, as usual, mostly a chore. Waves were contestable, just.
But I was lured into a false sense of hope after tuning in to see
Joao Chianca thread a meaty Backdoor tube for an 8.50.
It was to be the best wave I saw all day.
I had Kanoa as the first leg of my multi for my first surf bet
of the season. Vicious squalls pelted my windows as Igarashi
finished dead last with a whimper in the first heat I’d tuned in
for.
Ominous.
I consoled myself with the generous odds offered on Toledo and
Colapinto to reach the semi finals. 8.00 seems rather long, given
the forecast. I plunged deep into the gift horse’s mouth.
No-one really cares about the opening round, do they?
We’ve lost Josh Moniz, Imaikalani deVault, and fan favourites
Matt McGillivray and Jadson Andre.
Pffff.
Is that enough analysis of the actual surfing for you?
Good. To some broadcast and organisational changes then.
JMD has been rebadged as “Chief Of Sport”. (Maybe this isn’t
new, but I just noticed.) It seems an appropriately grandiose,
corporate and ridiculous term for her role. The WSL should be
applauded. I hope, actually, that they have lengthy meetings with
fruity cocktails where all they discuss is what new job title they
want. I would hope that at some point JMD becomes Grand Princess Of
Water Jiggling.
Megan Abubo was a new voice in the booth. She was knowledgeable,
inoffensive and fine. No complaints from me, yet. If anything,
props for spending so much time within punching distance of Kaipo
and not actually striking him.
Dave Prodan crawled out from under his sanitised, WSL-branded
rock to provide us with yet another voice fit for sleep aids or
meditation tapes. He’d dressed to match his monotone. Or perhaps he
was following the old adage “dress for where you want to be, not
where you are”.
Either way, his selection of brown trousers, plain, grey shirt,
and equally bland contributions was suggestive of the fact he
should be placed back under his rock.
If you’re reading this Dave (you are) brace yourself for a
season of this. Everyone needs a mortal enemy, or a punching bag,
and since I literally can’t stand to write Kaipo’s name anymore, I
have decided you’ll make a fine adversary.
Welcome to the terror zone.
Speaking of death and destruction, Shane Dorian brought some
controversial kinks to the WSL wokeness blanket when he spilled
some of his bloodlust on air. Apropos of nothing, he started baying
for deer blood, indicating he’d shoot anything on sight.
Kill, kill, slash, cut, kill, stab, butcher, devour, he
said.
Or words to that effect.
Ross Williams went equally off-piste in discussing Jackson
Baker.
“He looks like he should be in a suit in some comedy or
something,” he said in response to a cutaway interview of Dane
Reynolds looking like Peter Griffin.
He followed this with a soupcon of fat-shaming, before assuring
us that Baker was perfectly happy. It was a curious and mucky
little hole the usually demure and inoffensive Williams had dug
himself into.
Oh, and there was an entirely new face for on beach
interviews.
AJ.
WSL bingo for the day consisted of various iterations of sand on
the reef, bumps on the horizon (which rarely materialised), Apple
watches, shaper rankings, and the word “sendy”.
The Apple thing is curious.
It’s just another corporate sponsorship for the WSL to spruik,
of course, and we might as well get used to it. It strikes me that
this is the one thing that Kaipo is good at, and why he remains on
board. The soulless fucker would shill anything with the same
puppylike, boundless enthusiasm.
But yeah, forcing competitors to wear mandatory yet essential
equipment is interesting. Carissa had refused, allegedly, and good
on her. Leo voiced his dissent today and rightly so if it wasn’t
even functional.
I’d imagine a few others might hop on Carissa’s coattails, and
I’m keen to see how the WSL respond. Given their track record I’d
guess it’ll be met with wilful blindness, but Apple will have been
made certain promises over fruity cocktails in Santa Monica…
Anyway, to elimination we go.
Any chance of waves to make the surfing worth talking about?