New details of former World Surf League CEO Erik Logan’s rage problem emerge as leak reveals randy boss told beloved top five surfer “I’ll ruin you!”

Logan gone but collaborators remain.

Former World Surf League CEO Erik Logan has been ruthlessly fired for weeks now. His dismissal coming without warning or explanation, while he was at the Vivo Rio Pro touting stuff and being weird, per the usual. His final message being, “As we take these learnings from Brazil to other parts of the world, I am filled with excitement and anticipation. Surfing is not just a sport, it’s a global community that connects us all. I can’t wait to see the ripple effects of this program across the globe. Here’s to fostering a deeper understanding of the beautiful sport of surfing, its business, and its power to inspire and connect us all.”

That “power to inspire and connect” dropped like a guillotine overnight, the next missive coming from the World Surf League and simply reading, “Today, the World Surf League (WSL) announced that CEO Erik Logan has departed the company, effective immediately.”


Like that, gone.

Idiotic silence from the aforementioned World Surf League (WSL) ensued, and hovers to this day, but intrepid surf journalists have uncovered Logan making surfers “feel uncomfortable” and, today, his wild rage exploding all over them.

We, of course, recall when the Oklahoman with a wetsuit of armor savaged a young woman named Taylor Swift, penning, “For someone who draws such power from being the ‘voice’ and against all the things you talk about, I’m watching you violate what you allegedly stand for. You’re the real bully.”

It should come as no surprise, then, that Logan brutalized the entirely lovable Conner Coffin, who had the unfortunate task of being the surfers’ representative ahead of the pre-season cut. According to fresh information, Logan would berate Coffin on phone calls after the near-perfect Santa Barbran shared discomfort amongst the ranks, telling him to get the surfers in line, telling him he’d “ruin him” in rage-filled tirades that have, allegedly, been recorded.

Disgusting behavior, especially when directed at an angel who, essentially, was ruined by falling off tour and losing his longtime sponsor which just so happened to headline Logan’s “Final’s Day.”

Logan is gone, thankfully (except for all the jokes, those beautiful jokes). World Surf League cutting out cancer except…

Chief of Sport Jessi Miley-Dyer remains. She, once a professional surfer herself, was privy to the bad behavior yet did nothing but protect her own skin while ladder climbing.

Chief of Propaganda Dave Prodan, who knew it all yet refused to lend a hand, also remains.

Milquetoast collaboration to the core.

Skin, momentarily, saved.

Is it time to demand a true reckoning?

Who knew what, when they knew it and what they did about it?

Well, while we’re waiting for those huckleberries, David Lee Scales and I also discussed Rochelle Ballard being a complete champion and Bethany Hamilton lighting up a kook at Pavones. Seriously worth a listen for those two Pros in the Wild.


Complete silence from World Surf League regarding current number two Ethan Ewing’s broken back highlights its fraudulence as governing body!

I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore.

Tear-hoo-poh-oh will open its window in exactly twenty-four hours. The forecast is bleak, continuing a year long trend for the World Surf League. Waves pumping before a contest, waves pumping after a contest, waves quiet during a contest. Oh it is not the World Surf League’s fault, how can the Santa Monica-based organization be blamed for nature, except is it?

Professional surfing’s governing body is, truly, a dumb pile of fraud that clearly and daily hates its own audience so much that maybe the universe herself bends an ear and grants a wish.

Take the departure of former CEO Erik Logan, for instance. The randy fella who forced us to observe his antics, daily, was disappeared without trace or explanation. Only through the hardest bit of surf journalism ever done in the history of surf journalism was any hint as to his demise revealed. The World Surf League buttoning up tight. But imagine that the NBA’s Adam Silver or the NFL’s Roger Goodell was fired overnight. There would be press inquires, certainly, but those leagues would also release details about what happened and why as they are both real and not fake.

But imagine that Russell Wilson, quarterback for the Denver Broncos, or LeBron James, power forward of the Los Angeles Lakers, broke his back in practice. There would be press discovery, no doubt, but those leagues would also release details about what happens and why as they are both real not fake.

The World Surf League’s continued insistence on appearing a hoax might be the actual truth, I suppose, at the end. An institution set up as a front for… what? Selling counterfeit ladders? Greenwashing the Great Wall of Motors?


Sam George (pictured) wiping out. Photo: WSL
Sam George (pictured) wiping out. Photo: WSL

World Surf League forecasting partner Surfline shreds “Saltwater Buddha” Sam George’s linguistic treatise on pronunciation of Teahupo’o ahead of final contest of season!

"There can be only one 'world's heaviest wave', and that title rests soundly with the wave at Teahupo'o (don't make saying it more difficult than it need be; it's pronounced Cho-poo)."

The World Surf League, and its ever diminishing stable of surfers, is headed toward the final stop of the season, rendered largely irrelevant by the much ballyhooed, increasingly dumb “final’s day” at a soft wave breaking over cobbled stone.


The end of the road.

Yes, former CEO Erik Logan destroyed much during his nearly five year reign, including his own marriage and life, but the Championship Tour (formerly known as the Dream Tour) has suffered the brunt of his horny idiocy.

It doesn’t matter what happens at the heavy left, one responsible for breaking the back of Australia’s great hope Ethan Ewing. For the “big showdown” at Lower Trestles is set.

Filipe Toledo for the win.

The brave coward, too, scared to paddle the aforementioned “Chopes” but no matter because no waves will appear during the increasingly cursed waiting period ushering him directly to his second championship with, I suppose, much adulation.


But also “Chopes.”

Days ago, the world’s preeminent surf thinker, a veritable Buddha, published an important piece on the intimate outdoor blog The Inertia declaring that the Tahitian wave has been misgendered.

Per his reporting:

And even though I know better, having grown up in Hawaii and spent considerable time in Polynesia, I’ve been mispronouncing Teahupo’o along with everybody else. Perhaps that’s why it seems to me that this ramp-up to the Summer Olympics is a good time to change that egregious habit. Soon the eyes of the world will be turned to a tiny, incredibly picturesque village on the island of Tahiti, perceived entirely in the context of international surfing. A village whose residents have, for decades now, been incredibly generous, sharing their remarkable natural resource with the hordes of foreigners who descend on this little slice of paradise every season to shoot their videos and hold their contests and establish their reputations and earn their salaries…and yet still say the place’s name wrong. Yeah, let’s fix that. Oh, and in case you were wondering, the proper pronunciation is “Tear-hoo-poh-oh.”

Surfline, though, the World Surf League’s official broadcast partner, shredded the deity with one simple line.

There can be only one “world’s heaviest wave”, and that title rests soundly with the wave at Teahupo’o (don’t make saying it more difficult than it need be; it’s pronounced Cho-poo).


Sam George crying into his Nia Peeples scented pillow tonight?

Should we make a Nia Peeples scented candle for him tonight?


Keale Lemos, who filmed the wave, said Ewing's wave, nothing special, a smallish insider, "didn't get any attention and we didn't notice any rescue either. Almost no one new about the accident until the news arrived a little later."

See: the Tahitian wave that shattered Australian world title hopeful Ethan Ewing’s spine!

“Almost no one who was present knew about the accident.”

As reported yesterday, the Australian world title hopeful Ethan Ewing shattered two vertebrae while warming-up for the Tahiti Pro at Teahupoo, which begins in two days.

Ewing, who is twenty four, was rated second in the world coming into the event and had not only secured his spot in the 2024 Paris Olympics, with the surfing to be held at Teahupoo, but also in the Finals Day showdown at Lower Trestles in September.

At around nine-thirty in waves described as “six foot, sold, west and proper” Ewing wiped out and was shuttled to shore on a jetski.

Keale Lemos, who filmed the wave, said Ewing’s wave, nothing special, a smallish insider, “didn’t get any attention and we didn’t notice any rescue either. Almost no one new about the accident until the news arrived a little later.”

The twenty four year old from North Stradbroke Island famously won the Bells Beach event this year 40 years after his late mama had won the women’s there and was considered a considerable chance to wrest the world title from small-wave wizard Filipe Toledo.

If Ewing doesn’t make it to Finals Day, waiting period September 8 through 16, only four surfers will compete for the title.


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World champ Filipe Toledo after his zero point heat at Teahupoo in 2015, an unwanted stat he almost reprised against Kelly Slater and Nathan Hedge in 2022.

Toledo Question surrounds upcoming Tahiti Pro as reigning world champ struggles to prove worthiness to compete for Brazil at 2024 Paris Games

"Filipe will surf the Olympics next year, so it might make sense to you know, try this whole barrel thing out."

Dreamy images of tropical barrels flood my Instagram, a sure sign that it’s nearly time for Teahupo’o. I can spell it, but I definitely can’t say it. Fortunately, saying things right is not my job and I feel fine. There are few more aesthetically fabulous images in surfing than a barreling wave over a tropical reef. Having a wonderful time, wish you were here.

Not having a wonderful time is Ethan Ewing, who fractured his L3 and L4 during a free surf session ahead of Friday’s contest start. Back injuries are stupid painful and can take a solid chunk of time to heal. Of course, elite athletes aren’t normal people, so I’m not about to guess on this one. Wishin’ him good vibes all around.

If Ethan, currently world number 2, can not surf Trestles, what happens? Even without surfing Tahiti, he’s securely in the top five. His Olympic slot is also confirmed.

Perusing the WSL rulebook is totally my favorite past time, so I was excited to dig into it in search of the answer to this super important question. Unfortunately, the rules are ambiguous. The top five surfers in the rankings go to the finals. What’s unclear is whether injury replacements are allowed for the final five.

(Editor’s note: The WSL has confirmed there’ll be no top five replacements. If Ethan doesn’t make it to Finals Day, only four surfers will compete.)

While we’re talking about the rulebook, here’s one thing we do know. If you’ve looked at the numbers you may have noticed a weird quirk in the standings between Yago and Gabby. Why isn’t Gabby’s lowest score dropped? Simple. It came after the cut. According to the rules, only one score is dropped this year, and it happens before the cut. All results after the cut stand for determining the rankings. So, Gabby is sixth, but not by much.

Let’s turn to the forecast. Oh. Hmm. Maybe it would be better if we didn’t. I do not want you to be sad, and if you saw that forecast, you might become sad. Let’s just say, the waves were yet again quite good ahead of the contest window. Swells, they come and go, and mostly go.

Last time I did a full rankings for all the men it completely melted my brain. I am not stupid enough to try it again. Instead, let’s look at some heats. Maybe some of them will look interesting even!

Last seen getting shacked at Skeleton Bay in Namibia, Kelly faces Yago and Ian Gentil in the opening heat at Teahupo’o. I’m assuming he can bend time to his will and make it to Tahiti. It’s also possible he stubbed his toe in Namibia and won’t be there. You never know with Kelly.

Teahupo’o is one of the few stops where it makes sense for Kelly to be on Tour at all, but I hope Yago crushes him. Kick his ass, Yago! I did not promise to be objective about this thing. Yago has some heavy-hitters chasing him for that top five spot, so he needs to make some heats here.

João, sitting at number 4 also needs to make heats in Tahiti. Though he’s got a bit more breathing room, he’s faces a tough opener with local boy Kauli Vaast. Both João and Kauli can barrel, and have posted some sick clips from this week’s swell. They’re well-matched and It’s the kind of heat we’d love to see in good waves. Jordy is also in this heat.

Mihimana Braye replaces Ethan Ewing, and Griff draws him for the opening round. Griff has no need to take chances here with this top five secured, but it’s impossible to imagine that he’ll sit on his hands. Griff actually likes surfing heats, which is pretty helpful given his chosen career. Griff’s no slouch in the barrel either. I’d expect him to win this one, but it’s no sure thing.

Ah, the Toledo question. With his top five spot secure, he doesn’t need to do anything here. But Filipe will surf the Olympics next year, so it might make sense to you know, try this whole barrel thing out. Liam O’Brien and Matahi Drollet are in this heat, and a win for local Matahi would be sweet. But really, the main point of suspense in this one is whether Filipe decides to barrel or nah.

Gabby has won Teahupo’o twice and finished second on three occasions. He’s currently sixth in the rankings and both João and Yago have to nervous about that reality. Gabby missed last year to injury, but it’s impossible not to see him as a favorite to win the whole damn thing. He meets two Hawaiians, Barron Mamiya and Seth Moniz in the opening round. You’ll remember Seth finishing second to Kelly in that wild Pipe final in 2022, so this is not an easy heat. I’d still expect the three-time world champ to win it.

I was surprised to learn that John John hasn’t been to Teahupo’o in five years. It certainly didn’t show in the gorgeous clip he posted earlier this week. Just smooth, casual barrel surfing. I could watch him all day. John John meets Rio Waida and Kanoa in heat six. I’m not sure how the judges will underscore John John this time, but I’m sure they’ll find a way. Rio is hardly a walk-through and ignoring the forecast entirely, this is a fun match-up.

Like Gabby, John John can make the top five with a good finish in Teahupo’o. In good waves, this would seem like a no-brainer. His highest finish came back in 2016 when he finished second to Kelly. The following year, he lost to Jordy to finish fourth. If the waves are shit, it’ll come down to how much John John really wants to go to Trestles. Certainly he has the skills, but how much is he willing to grovel?

Jack Robinson is right behind John John in the rankings in eighth. Robbo started the year well with a win at Pipe and third a Sunset, but injuries have derailed things for him. He tore his meniscus at Bells, which is a nagging, shitty sort of injury. He came back quickly, maybe too quickly, and surfed the Ranch for a seventeenth. His ankle was taped during his free surfs in El Salvador, suggesting another injury.

A recent quarterfinal finish at J-Bay ended a string of seventeenths for Robbo, and his clips from this week look solid. He has Connor O’Leary and Callum Robson in his opener. A goofy, Connor’s had a solid run this year, but he’s never finished higher than ninth at Teahupo’o. Callum has never competed at Tahiti before this year. This one feels like Robbo’s to lose.

The final heat gives us Leo Fioravanti, Ryan Callinan, and Matthew Gillivrary. Did I tell you I saw Leo’s dad wandering the halls of the Tachi Palace? He was wearing an immaculate white Italian Olympic team tracksuit, which is not exactly the outfit you’d expect to see wandering the halls of a casino in Lemoore. Leo’s the fave for this heat.

My work here is done.

Let’s barrel!