"The World Surf League’s Final’s Day a whole new shade of awful."
For the fourth consecutive year, surfing’s world champions will be crowned at Lower Trestles in a one-day “pressure cooker” shootout and, if current surf forecasts hold, it’ll happen on day one, Friday, September 6.
Pocket rocket Filipe Toledo has won the men’s for the past two years running, ain’t nobody was ever getting past that little dynamo who is electric in waves one-feet and under, a fountain of shards and sparks, and fellow Brazilian Gabriel Medina the year before that.
This year the gate has opened for tour leader John John Florence to win his third world title, although he’ll either have to beat Australian Jack Robinson, a boy with deltoids that invite crushes from excited men, local queen Griffin Colapinto, also correctly described as the Gandhi of Surfing, Ethan Ewing, known for his “overwhelming ass” and 2019 world champ Italo Ferreira.
In the girls, Caity or Molly gonna win.
But there lingers a shadow over the event. Southern California’s exploding Great White population and innumerable sightings of Great Whites at Lower Trestles means there exists the real possibility a world title hopeful might be snatched by one of the fish on the WSL’s lightly viewed livestream.
Three years ago, a breaching Great White forced the temporary suspension of Finals Day at Lowers.
As reported back in May, pundits predicated a Summer of Blood for South Californian surfers this year after Long Beach State University’s renowned Shark Lab was forced to shutter its shark monitoring program due to a lack of funding.
As surf journalist Chas Smith reported,
The program has been running since 2018 and is considered one of the most advanced in the world. It utilizes a “high-tech system of receivers, buoys and underwater monitors that allow them to track and tag sharks in real time.”
An instant notification of juvenile Great Whites swimming around with bibs and hungry eyes can be sent directly to lifeguards to help keep surfers uneaten.
But, after June, no longer.
July and August soaked in blood.
September probably too.
The World Surf League’s Final’s Day a whole new shade of awful.
Prophetic? Tune in Friday (Saturday in Australia.)