Filipe Toledo tightens stranglehold on
championship tour with dominant J-Bay win over Ethan Ewing!
By Chas Smith
The 2023 Championship Tour all but settled.
I am currently mid-air, somewhere west of
Atlanta with countless miles to go until reaching São
Paulo. I feel myself getting softer sitting in this metal tube,
idling my brain with Sex in the City re-runs. Weaker. Every minute
weaker while former World Surf League CEO Erik Logan remains
missing.
Did he not return from the country of Progress and Order on
purpose, instead heading up the Amazon in order to find more young
men with insane chest tattoos that he could wear? Is he being held
against his will or is he kind of liking it? What are the reasons
for his banishment?
Nothing.
Still no peep on his once-robust social media channels.
All quiet.
Well, while I’m forced to cool my heels, we can at least discuss
Filipe Toledo’s victory of Ethan Ewing to claim the J-Bay crown and
increase his stranglehold on the 2023 championship tour. If I can
read World Surf League emoji correctly, it appears that he, Ewing
and Griffin Colapinto have all, officially, stamped their inclusion
in the Final Five day at Lower Trestles meaning the brave coward
can sit Teahupo’o out.
Good for him.
It’ll be impossible to knock him off his pole position and can
Filipe Toledo, the best small wave surfer on the planet, be undone
twice in a row at baby Lowers?
Doubtful.
What did you think about the win?
Where’s Logan?
Just give me 20ish more hours of travel and I’ll know
something.
Sex in the City.
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Kelly Slater leaves Corona Open J-Bay
“under a dark cloud” after finishing in last place in final-ever
African appearance!
By JP Currie
"Bizarrely, judges are scoring Slater down a
little. I wonder who he’s offended from on high?"
Few observers (well, perhaps WSL pundits) would go to
the stage of calling it an historic day of surfing, mainly
because the stakes were not high enough, but no-one would laugh at
you for calling it that either.
Conclusively, it was one of the best days of waves we’ve seen on
Tour this year.
Was it all you dreamed of?
Is it ever?
Overlapping heats saw us steam through sixteen heats of men’s
professional surfing at Jeffrey’s Bay. There were one or two
slow-ish heats, but that’s the nature of the beast, and there was
nothing to dim the shine of the day as a whole.
First, our wellness check on Mr Slater, the last that will be
necessary at this event. His heat was held this morning, a match-up
with the out-of-sorts Jack Robinson that some fancied he could win.
Their heat took place before the waves really turned on, the sort
of bad cosmic juju that seems to be following Slater this year,
perhaps atonement for all those years of luck.
Or maybe, as they say, you make your own luck. Kelly Slater
can’t buy a seven point ride this year. It’s all he needed today,
all he’s needed many times this year. His semi-claimed little
barrel on the inside was a grimly sad expression of his current
status.
To my eye, bizarrely, judges are scoring him down a little. I
wonder who he’s offended from on high? We’ll see who he sacks when
he takes over as CEO, Head Judge, Director of Tours and
Competition, Chief PR Strategist, and perennial wildcard entry.
I’m all for Slater the boss. I just hope he realises that’s the
only path he has left to get what he wants from this game.
But he left the event site under a dark cloud today after
vigorous water slapping of the disgruntled kind. A lot of “mixed
emotions,” said Strider, as we watched Kelly huff around in his
wetsuit. “Safe to say he’s not very happy,” replied Paul Evans,
rightly checking Strider’s euphemism.
But out with the old, in with the new. Jack Robinson was back
today, sort of. After defeating Slater, he went on to vanquish
Fioravanti in the round of 16, albeit narrowly.
The most memorable moment of this match-up between childhood
rivals came in an extended paddle battle. Robinson started slightly
behind then tried to paddle over Fioravanti’s legs and take the
inside as they ducked oncoming whitewash. Leo seemed to emerge a
few yards ahead, but Jack hunted him down like a crocodile stalking
prey. “I thought I’d let him get out there a bit,” he said
afterwards. “Then he wouldn’t see me coming.”
But this shrewd and entertaining effort can’t mask a lingering
doubt about Robinson’s surfing. It’s no-where near as convincing as
it was earlier in the season, a view consolidated by his
demeanour.
Post-heats he’s full of chat, can’t talk enough, would give you
the ins and outs of a cat’s arsehole about any subject you like.
Contrast this with the steely-eyed boy who was winning comps, just
“being present”. I’d suggest he needs to get his temperament back
under tight control. With all the hormones flying round his house
for the next few months, I’d say there’s almost no chance of
that.
What is back under tight control is Gabriel Medina’s pro surf
game. He looked relaxed and lethal in his dispatch of Ryan Callinan
in the round of 16 today, an opponent whose surfing inspires him,
or so he noted post-heat.
It was far from a gimme, with less than a point between their
final heat totals, which seemed about right. Medina’s backhand
hammers were just a little sharper, a little more critical. Just a
little.
I still think a goofy-footed surfer will win both men’s and
women’s divisions here, and I’m betting that’s Medina or O’Leary
for the men.
I am transitioning to a deep and humbled affection for the
surfing of Connor O’Leary. Deep, because his backhand poise is so
great it should be recognised as one of the finest styles in the
game, and humbled, because I’ve dedicated few words to O’Leary in
all the time I’ve been covering the Tour. He’s rarely been a
standout, despite some superb results. It’s not that I haven’t
admired his game, just that I’ve never fully bought it. This is
changing, especially in waves like J-Bay.
(And perhaps because I’ve put several pre-event bets on him, so
I’m watching more closely).
O’Leary notched his highest ever WCT score in an elimination
round victory over Callum Robson, a 9.57 for a series of backhand
hacks that are somewhat demeaned by that description. At J-Bay,
O’Leary has timing as good as anyone, a patient smoothness to his
style, with zero hitches in bottom turns.
Freeze-framed, O’Leary’s backhand top turns should be considered
in the same pantheon as Ewing on his forehand. There’s this thing
he does, and you can only really appreciate it in slo-mo, where his
front hand comes down, fingers spread, and touches the deck of his
board as he comes back down the wave. Functional, clearly, but also
an appealing aesthetic touch.
All that being said, he was lucky to get away with victory over
John Florence today, courtesy of a last ditch score that shocked
everyone involved, not least O’Leary himself.
Florence had opened the heat with a 9.23 and looked like the
best version of himself. His stares towards the beach and
presumably judges were symbolic of the fact he was feeling it too.
He backed up the nine in short order with a seven, then bettered
that with an eight. By this time O’Leary had notched a deserved
8.77, but Florence’s total of 17.23 matched his swagger, and he
never looked in danger.
“Felt a little disjointed, didn’t have the cleanliness we’ve
seen from Connor all day long,” said Pete Mel In analysis of
O’Leary’s final wave and before the score was announced. “He’s
probably questioning his wave choice. Bit of a bummer.”
It was, when the score was announced as an 8.70, with one judge
even giving a 9.20, perhaps one of the most shocking decisions of
the season. The wave was good, no doubt, but in comparison to his
earlier surfing it was left wanting.
Florence acolytes are bound to feel sore, and probably justified
in those feelings, but let me know what you saw? The heat’s worth
re-watching you’re into that sort of thing, so too Medina vs
Callinan.
There’s no way I’ve covered everything, no way I really could in
the time frame and word constraints. There were eights and nines
galore today, and much fine surfing I’ve neglected. But feel free
to light up the salient points missed below.
Oh, and in case you missed it, we’re living in a post-layback
world now. Joe Turpel debuted the “lean back” today. He said it was
to distinguish between those who do them properly (think John
Florence at one end of the scale) and those who don’t (Tyler
Wright).
It’s a terrible name, Joe, but it might also be one of the more
sensible things you’ve said.
Enjoy Finals Day, it should be a cracker.
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Pip Toledo, hotter than ever!
Comment live, Finals Day, Corona Open J-Bay
as WSL goes into damage control following John John Florence’s
threat to quit tour!
By Derek Rielly
Come and bareback the money rounds…
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After boiling ex-boyfriend Jonah Hill’s
eggs, Sarah Brady goes after previous lover, the pro-Russian MAGA
zealot Jackson Hinkle in humiliating multi-pronged attack!
By Derek Rielly
"Omg now your stories are filled will you going
after your OTHER ex!! You just don’t see how unstable and disloyal
you look do you?"
After a final fifty-two pronged salvo at the Hollywood star
Jonah Hill, and with anti-Hill ammunition seemingly exhausted,
spurned ex Sarah Brady has now pointed her fury at the conservative
firebrand Jackson Hinkle, a man she dated more than three years
ago.
In a series of stories designed to embarrass the hell out of the
San Clemente native, Brady has sport with his switcharoo from
democratic socialist and dedicated anti-plastic environmentalist to
pro-Russki right-winger, even mocking his fragile mental health
post-breakup.
“He was very angry when our relationship ended and said he was
going to therapy because of me,” writes Brady, adding,
“Lol.”
Brady, who amazingly survived her eighteen-month dalliance with
the “misogynistic and narcissistic” Hill, has told followers she
suffers PTSD, a condition usually reserved for combat soldiers
who’ve accidentally put a bullet in the head of some kid.
“PTSD is a part of my diagnoses and I do actually get
‘triggered’ in the way that people who not have PTSD use the term,”
writes Brady. “Me having an emotional reaction to something you say
because I am triggered…”
Etc etc etc.
Meanwhile, on Brady’s own account people been lighting up in the
comments. No so favourable in most instances.
Please stop using the word survivor. You are not a survivor.
I understand you went through a lot and he’s a very difficult
person I get that but you are not a survivor. Stop using that word.
And move on. Your wasting your energy. You crazy person .
You need therapy. Just stop. This is going to embarrass you
for years to come and no man will ever want to send you a text
again. Disgraceful what you’ve done. Yea he had weird and insecure
demands and rules. You walk away and not accept them. End of story.
Grow up. This is awful what you’ve done. I wouldn’t date him. He’s
too insecure. But you didn’t have to either. And he did not ABUSE
you so stop using that word and making real victims of abuse feel
horrible!!!!! Grow up
Thank god internet is here to stay and your name will be
remembered. you sure look like a narcissist to many. Playing
victim, not acknowledging standard bounderies, seeking attention
and being as reckless as you are by trying to destroy someone’s
reputation.
Omg now your stories are filled will you going after your
OTHER ex!! You just don’t see how unstable and disloyal you look do
you? Is this all for attention, or are you just flying high, unable
to see future consequences?
Gas lighter, manipulator, and emotional abuser…. and I’m not
talking about Jonah. Such an insanely narcissistic stance to
take.
she got her 70k followers from this and is now on a crusade
to destroy no just jonah but any ex she doesn’t like as a ode to
“mental health” and “doing the right thing” ngl you look crazy and
need to take a break there’s no way being on social media like this
is healthy, jonah was right you live to be validated through social
media by people who don’t know you,
Good times for all! And who next when Hinkle ammo runs out?
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Deeply worried about viciously disappeared
former World Surf League CEO, surf journalist books passage to
Brazil in order to save onetime friend Erik Logan!
By Chas Smith
Help is on the way.
Erik Logan, former chief executive of the World Surf
League, was fired in the rudest way
almost three weeks ago. Since then, the Championship
Tour has traveled to South Africa, Chief of Sport Jessi Miley-Dyer
has reignited her love affair with swimming pools, Kelly Slater has
lost another heat but Erik Logan, himself, has vanished
completely.
The overactive social media user has silenced his channels,
refused to respond to messages, is no longer asking young men to
“take your shirt
off” because he is wearing their skin. He has appeared
on no red carpets alongside the effervescent Jessi Miley-Dyer,
given no speeches about vectors and synergies, is just… gone.
The World Surf League, for its part, is pretending the former
Oprah Winfrey Network boss never even existed.
My initial mirth at his dismissal soon turned to sorrow but now
hovers in deep, deep worry.
While collaborationist surf media is moving on without care,
praising the ELo years by spackling the Wall of
Positive Noise, I am not able to rest. Sleeplessness
haunts my nights. A spectre of Logan wearing latex, duct taped to a
wall, ball gag in mouth. A shadow of Logan wearing leather,
strapped to a table, ball gag in mouth. The owner of the World Surf
League, Dirk Ziff is, as you know, a billionaire and… well, I’ll
just leave it at that.
Logan was last seen in Brazil, getting uncomfortably close to
his employees and praising a bright future while the WSL ran the
Vivo Rio Pro in waist high slop. Thus, I must start in Brazil and
find him or at least find rumors of where he might have gone.
I have booked last minute passage to Sao Paulo. Did you know the
most populous city in the Americas has a motto declaring, “I am not
led, I lead”? It’s true and I feel Ziff might either be sending a
message to the surf fans he so loathes or Logan will have beaten it
out of Rio in order to enjoy Adriano de Souza’s home, knowing that it has been
essentially erased from surf history thanks to the aforementioned
Slater.
It’ll be my first time down under and am certainly looking
forward to the much-ballyhooed “passion” but will also not let
racist dog
whistles derail my mission.