Papa Logan in happier day with, left, Jackie Rob and, right, Pip Toledo. | Photo: WSL

Professional surfing in turmoil as World Surf League announces popular CEO Erik “Elo” Logan, a one-time confidante of Oprah Winfrey “has departed the company effective immediately”

Goodbye Elo and thanks for the laughs.

The rumours of WSL CEO Erik Logan’s tenure coming to an end had been circulating for months. The despair in meetings, the tears, a replacement being openly discussed. 

“Santa Monica is a troubled realm,” said our source. 

The straw that broke the ol camel’s back, likely, the mutiny of the sport’s three Brazilian world champs over judging criteria at the Surf Ranch Pro and Logan’s response.

As JP Currie wrote in an open letter to Logan,

I wish to address your recent letter, written in response to the judging criticisms from Surf Ranch. 

Once again, you respond to criticism of the WSL (from your athletes, no less, your most valuable commodity) with a tone that lies somewhere between a dictator and a domestic abuser.

“It is an important reminder to us all that words have consequence,” you write.

Let’s ignore the poor sentence construction for the moment and focus on the sentiment. Words do have consequences, Mr Logan, they absolutely do. And of course you well know this, because when you’re not wielding corporate psychobabble like a weapon, you’re spinning language into something so inconsequential it might as well be gossamer on a breeze.

I would suggest the words of your athletes are not just words in the way you understand them. Rather, it’s their voices, and you might do well to listen to them.

(Read in full here.)

Now, in a brusque sorta press release from the WSL and just loosed to the press and WSL athletes, it writes:

“Today, the World Surf League (WSL) announced that CEO Erik Logan has departed the company, effective immediately. As the WSL begins the process of identifying a new CEO, Emily Hofer, WSL’s Chief People and Purpose Officer, and Bob Kane, Chief Operating Officer and Chief Legal Officer, will jointly lead the company and continue to drive the WSL’s mission to showcase the world’s best surfers on the world’s best waves as the global home of competitive surfing.”

More soon,.

World Surf League announces thrilling off-brand replacement of Vans as title sponsor for US Open of Surfing!

The Bailey Ladder of digital currency!

Our World Surf League’s Championship Tour is currently in the proud country of Brazil, professionals no doubt taking advantage of endless lay days to sample caipirinhas, capoeira and cachaça. Having closer-than-maybe-advised conversations with Chief Executive Erik Logan. Generally luxuriating in passion.

But, as you know, the Championship Tour is not the only World Surf League holding. There is the Challenger Series, the Qualifying Series, a Longboard Tour and such and so.


Well, a very famous and historical contest, the US Open of Surfing which is a Challenger Series event, recently lost its title sponsor Vans. The billion dollar shoe maker has hit hard times, of late, with consumers choosing other footwear over the classic and so off it went. But who would come and take the prestigious competition?

But let us turn to the Orange County Register for answers.

The title spot was vacated earlier this year by Costa Mesa-based Vans, with Wallex, a digital asset service provider that allows customers to make international payments via a secure electronic platform, stepping in, World Surf League officials announced this week.

The nine-day surf competition, now the 2023 Wallex US Open of Surfing Presented by Pacifico, will continue to be accompanied by “a full calendar of engaging creative activities for the entire family to enjoy,” WSL officials said. It wraps up Aug. 6.


Almost as influential as Bailey Ladders.

The Wallex US Open of Surfing isn’t all, though. The Nitro Circus Full Throttle FMX show will be on the beach from July since… well, since pro surfing at Huntington Beach sucks.

Certainly there were many toasts in the World Surf League Santa Monica offices.

Kaipo Guerrero able to see the corks pop all the way from Brazil thanks to his high perch on the aforementioned Bailey.

Cheers all around.

"Over night in ICU, still in here. In the end four broken ribs and multiple broken Transverse processors little bones at base of spine. Lucky for the blue button (strong pain relief).”

Epidemic of life-altering surf injuries continues as star airlifted to hospital with spinal injuries following horror wipeout, “Not the helicopter ride I was looking for”

"Got washed in and couldn’t walk up beach. Had to crawl for 20 minutes as had to go so slow as pain was intense."

Until very recently, surfing was as extreme as a twilight sail around a man-made lake, the most common injury a protruding gut from all the post-surf beers.

Now that waves that were hitherto deemed insurfable are ridden by everyone from children to the aged, well, the old saying ‘you play you pay’ has never been more prophetic.

One week ago, BeachGrit placed a call through to the ICU room of the shaper and former pro Dylan Longbottom who was gifted a front-row seat to his mortality after being driven chest-first into a limestone pinnacle at a wave he described as the heaviest in Australia.

“I got impaled on a limestone pinnacle,” said Dylan. “It’s not flat there, it’s like Pipeline. I landed right on my chest and, through my impact suit, I blew out my ribcage and punctured my lung… I was sent straight to the trauma ward, my ribs were badly broken like in a car crash, and tubes were put in my lungs to drain ’em. One lung was partially collapsed, the other wasn’t working. Doc said I was lucky to survive the flight ’cause of the pressure. I could’ve gone into cardiac arrest.”

In April, teenager Harry Hollmer-Cross, son of big-wave legend James Hollmer-Cross, hit the bottom at Shipstern Bluff, was knocked unconscious and “rag dolled down the point under water though all the rocks.”

James found his kid face down and not breathing, dragged him onto the jetski, and took him to a nearby boat where he and a pal took turns hitting the kid with CPR until he drew breath. An emergency chopper got Haz to Royal Hobart hospital.

“As soon as I got the breaths in, I knew straight away that his body was reacting to that,” James told ABC. “That’s the scariest thing, I think … basically you’re bringing them back, aren’t you? They’ve crossed over for a little bit there. It’s your worst nightmare, especially as a parent. I’m just thankful I was there.”

And, six months ago, the sexy powerlifter turned Only Fans star Nathan Florence was rushed to hospital by Kai Lenny after a wipeout during a twenty-foot day at Jaws that snapped a vertebrae in his spine.

Yesterday it was the turn of New Zealand’s Max Quinn, a wildly smooth, if lanky, talent, who became that country’s first CT surfer in 2001. Max was surfing one of New Zealand’s heaviest waves, a ledge where even our dear Negatron reports “Paddled out, pulled back on five in a row, got pitched, then just retreated and sat on the shoulder and hooted as Maz and three others got some of the best tubes I’ve ever seen in NZ.”

As Maz tells it,

“Not the helicopter ride I was looking for,” Max, who is forty-six, wrote from ICU. “Had a fall on a solid wave in Mahia yesterday which picked me up and drove me into the rocky ledge bottom. Was the first wave of a set so no one saw what happened. Got washed in and couldn’t walk up beach. Had to crawl for 20 minutes as had to go so slow as pain was intense. Luckily a guy Pat saw me came to help and even luckier an off duty paramedic was in the car park. At first they thought it was my pelvis so they called the Rescue Helicopter from Gisborne. Over night in ICU, still in here. In the end four broken ribs and multiple broken Transverse processors little bones at base of spine. Lucky for the blue button (strong pain relief).”


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Maz, happy to still be able to operate his pedals and continue life as a biped, said the episode has taught him something real important.

“Good lesson no matter how comfortable you are surfing a wave, always have to be extremely mindful.”


Fears for iconic G-Land coral reef as fishing boat runs aground in fog, killing one crew member

Photos and drone video reveal the doomed Sumber Blessing high and dry near the famous surf spot.

A photographer from Joyo’s Surf Camp at Grajagan, that long lefthander in Indonesia made famous by the movie Storm Riders in 1982, as an intermittent tour event as well as the various mysteries surrounding its position in the drug trafficking trade, has captured wild drone footage of a fishing boat after it ran aground near G-Land last Saturday. 

Harry Pieters, who has been shooting in the camp since 2010, writes 

“The fishing boat Sumber Blessing ran aground in Alas Purwo waters on Saturday at one am. It is suspected that the ship hit a reef because it was swept away by big waves in thick fog. The ship departs from Pekalongan after finishing fishing for tuna weighing a total of 80 tons, the ship will head to Tanjung Wangi Port, Banyuwangi for loading and unloading. In this incident one crew member died and 29 other crew members survived.”


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Photos and video from Petiers, and other G-Land camp photographers, reveal the Sumber Blessing high and dry on the famous reef.


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If you’re into the G-Land legend you may have already bought the drug-soaked tell-all book released last October, Grajagan –Surfing in the Tiger’s Lair: 1972-1984.

It takes the reader back into the magical world of secret waves, the smuggling of drugs to generate the money to chase these waves, and the spectre of death and madness that seemed to lurk around every corner.

“I hoped Grajagan would remain pristine. I thought visitors should come in by boat and leave no trace, like we did loading and offloading marijuana,” was one instructive quote.

G-Land is a mysterious place that brings out equally mysterious behaviour in even the most placid surfer. Isolation, boredom, the usual drivers.

You’ll remember, one year ago almost to the day, when the G-Land Pro, dogged by a poor swell forecast, descended into a wild bacchanal.

I found the vision that appeared on social media accounts of the good times heartening, Stephanie Gilmore and Gabriel Medina moving with precise and vigorous grace, Filipe Toledo weightless with joy at the spectre of a finals day in small waves and Kolohe Andino looking as worn as a well-thumbed volume filled with illustrated examples of human sex organ deformities.


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Good times, although not quite on the level as the night in the 1990’s when Rob Bain, Barton Lynch and Gary Elkerton disappeared into the jungle, reappearing in the morning naked and carrying bamboo spears.


Surf fans pull hair from heads, engage in acts of self-harm as Major League Baseball officially “cooler” than World Surf League!

"What did we do to deserve?"

This iteration of professional surfing, known as the World Surf League, has been on an amazing slide to absurd irrelevance since its founding in 2015 circa 1976. Each Chief Executive made to look competent by the preceding CEO. Paul Speaker to Sophie Goldschmidt to Erik Logan to Jessi Miley-Dyer?

Wild times with the whole show, once bastions of rebels and Ritchie Collins now a silly circus wherein Logan openly courts his surfers whilst Joe Turpel and cast jibber-jabber such happy mush as if they were assistants in a classroom of mentally challenged preschoolers.

We, of course, the mentally challenged preschoolers.

And I suppose, if we choose to be myopic and dull, we’d imagine all professional sporting leagues do the same sorts of things. Treat their fans with open disdain, force a company line that bolsters “the product” while ignoring the truth but ho, turn your eyes to baseball and the ultra-staid Major Leagues and witness team-hired announcers calling their own manager “horrific.”

The New York Mets, if you follow, have been having a tough season. A new owner poured millions upon millions into the team at the beginning of the season leading to soaring expectations. Those have not been met, excuse the pun, the fans are revolting and the announcers are talking real talk.

After a recent loss, Gary Cohn, salary paid by Mets, declared, “The Mets 42nd loss of the year is their most horrific. Buck Showalter tried to stay away from his best relievers and the Mets paid the price.”

Baseball fans were overjoyed with the truth painted as truth.

“One of the reasons why the Mets broadcast crew is so fantastic is their aversion to sugar-coating what they see,” one wrote, adding, “Too many crews avoid the faults of the team they cover, usually with silence. Gary, Keith and Ron don’t insult their audience’s intelligence.”

“Painful to hear but true,” another wrote.

“Excellent announcing,” yet another.

Back to Turpel and pals, though.


What did we do to deserve?