Jack specialises in taming wild beasts. Yup, no wild beasts in San Clemente.
One of my favorite men on this planet is in contention for some Fantasy Surfing reward. A fleet of Panda surfboards and seven thousand dollars cash courtesy of the Surfival League.
He asks for a lot of advice and never takes any. Why should I respond when he asks me who I think’ll win Finals Day? But I love this dude. It’s like we don’t speak the same English, but it doesn’t matter.
WSL finals will be hosted in small Lowers. Put it on paper and it’s tough to read.
Here’s the breakdown of what I told him.
Ethan Ewing
Requires too much lateral space to deploy his strength. Ethan is
the master at running an entire rail line through a turn, which
won’t be on offer according to Surflie. Fins slips aside, Ethan has
no tool bag for this job.
God I hate those fin slips. Ross painted his career into a corner with that shit. Jack captured it. Ethan basically slides to a stop with that turn. Just fucking slam the bush creatively and set up the next hit!
Zero Chance
Jack Robinson
Requires grunt to turn on his special skill. He can slow down and
manage chaos better than anyone not named Medina. Or Florence. By
the way, that’s the elite class. Possessing a full bag of tricks,
but
specializing in taming wild beasts.
Yup, no wild beasts in San Clemente.
Benign as is the word’s definition. Just make sure you pay for parking. The meter maid is a beast.
Zero Chance
Griffin Colapinto
I love the hippy dippy approach. But something always gets in his
way, which is hippy dippy.
I hate the 2% tag… even though I’m not sure what it means.
Love the way Kolohe squirms in his chair as a “Cole” wins a CT contest. He should have protested that loss to Italo at Duranbah and stayed in Austraila, that was his downfall. Spilled milk I realize, but worth noting.
San Clemente was such a rad town. Real surfers. Everyone was on the plus side of competent. No hubris.
Of course it’s changed, but the fathers in San Clementine grew up with that aesthetic. Working man rippers. Solid as their handshake were.
Small waves on forecast and Griffin is the only one who can stand sentry to the WSL title, but I would not bet on it. Advantage to a hunger Griffin has never felt.
Punchers shot.
Yes, John Florence
Wear gold if you may, but vanity is no match for futility.
Like Jack and better, his gift is in his mastery of Grunt and small Mushles won’t inspire that gift.
Sure, you’ll see polished rail work and monotonous safe turning because you can’t push the envelop as a bigger, regular foot.
You’re cooked.
Proportion is not in John’s favor.
The shame is the WSL and fucking Turpel who will talk it up like this is an historical event. The only advantage John holds is he doesn’t have to endure heats until the final.
Was going to type “puncher’s shot”.
It’s a shame to the league that your best surfer’s entire season ends up with futility.
Italo Ferreria
The only goofy foot in this contest draw. He has a heel edge advantage in small transitions. Will catch a dozen waves, active as fuck. BAG O’ TRICKS, ready to deploy.
Gains momentum through heats. He has been on a roll the last third of the season. He’s a short radius master who can force his rail to pivot in small mush.
Goofyfoots of the world genuflect. He’s a runaway freight train, stay out of his way.
He’s going to steal this like Donald could only dream.
Winner.
There you go Fantasy geeks. Full prediction, bet accordingly.