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Controversy as Best Women Surfers Denied Chance to Surf The Box at Margaret River Pro

"If the sport is going to progress at all, it has to stop with the hand-holding. Just run some heats already."

I woke up this morning, bright-eyed and excited. Today, I’m going to watch some surfing, I thought as I sipped my espresso on my shabby couch, which I bought from a neighbor for a laughably small sum of money. Sure, it has seen some times. Yes, the cats have ripped much of the fabric clean off. But it’s my couch and I like it.

Stupidly as it turned out, I assumed that the women’s third round had run at Margaret River’s Main Break yesterday. There I was, looking forward to seeing the women surf in good waves. Surely, this would be a fun and exciting day of contest surfing, or at least as fun and exciting as this weird sport can ever be.

So, it was a surprise to find that, in fact the women’s heats did not run. I saw clips from the men’s heats at the Box, including Griff’s ridiculous, shape-shifting tube ride. How could Main Break not be good enough to run heats?

Curious, I pulled up the replay for Jordy’s heat that actually did run at Main Break. It looked dreamy, actually. Big and burly, sure, but as clean as I’ve seen Margaret River in some time. Jordy’s rail surfing looked beautiful on that wide open face where every flaw is magnified. Surely, the women could handle this kind of thing, too.

And in fact, the WSL has run women’s heats at Margaret River in far less clean conditions than yesterday offered. Back in 2021, for example, Steph and Carissa squared off for a semifinal in a wild and windy lineup. They survived, and noted big-wave charger Steph won that heat.

For every three steps forward in women’s surfing, it feels like there are ten steps backward. Oh no! We can’t possibly run the women, because [fill in the blank.] If the sport is going to progress at all, it has to stop with the hand-holding. Just run some heats already.

Apparently, the decision not to run resulted from fears that the Scimitar of Doom, which is to say the cut, might not have fallen with total fairness on the women at the lower end of the draw. Because they couldn’t run all the women’s heats yesterday, some women would have faced different conditions. Last I checked, this is called surfing and part of the whole deal. The ocean is never the same.

Effectively, the cut called the day for the women. Over time, it has felt like the cut has had an out-sized influence over events, and especially over the final pre-cut event at Margaret River. This sort of thinking is all the more reason to be glad the whole misguided thing is going away next year.

Yesterday, this decision meant that the women at the bottom of the rankings had an out-sized influence over how the competition unfolded. Their desperate efforts to save their careers meant that the contest didn’t run despite the good conditions. Just like everyone else on Tour, the women below the line have had six events to climb up the rankings. They haven’t managed to do it. Why should they get special consideration now at the last possible minute?

This is not how any of this should work. A professional sport should not actually cater to the lowest common denominator. An interesting, competitive, and exciting version of contest surfing should challenge the women at the top of the draw. Take the best surfers in the world and push them to show what they can do — and hopefully in the process, they’ll get even better. If you aren’t at the top of the draw, well, you’d better get to work.

At some point before we’re all too much older, I’d like to see the women compete at the Box, too. It didn’t happen this year, but hopefully it will. By the time their turn would have come yesterday, the Box was already out of play. Two heats of men ended up running at Main Break.

Oh hey, look! A contest that ran in different conditions for different heats! (clutches pearls, faints on shabby couch)

In a recent interview, Ryan Crosby the WSL’s CEO said he wants to make contest surfing more appealing to the core audience. The shift back to a points-based world championship with Pipeline as the finale is a nice first step. Losing the cut in favor of a late-season mini-cut is also a positive move.

But there’s more to do here.

The progression in women’s surfing has accelerated over the past few seasons, and there’s a new generation of bold women ready to redefine surfing in their image. They deserve opportunities that match their ambitions and talents. The judging needs to adjust to reward progression and the contest directors shouldn’t shy away from sending the women out to compete in conditions that challenge them.

Twisting into contortions to ensure that the women being left behind get enough second chances isn’t doing the sport any favors.

Huck it over the ledge and do some good fucking turns — or go home.

Progress isn’t going to wait for you.

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Ricardo Toledo (pictured) ripping the sorts of waves that make surf champions.
Ricardo Toledo (pictured) ripping the sorts of waves that make surf champions.

Filipe Toledo’s security blanket daddy delivers damning assessment of “The Box”

"Let a more 'ripable' surf show who should stay on the tour..."

Surf fans, everywhere, currently deeply and profoundly hanging heads in shame, today, after two-time Lower Trestles champion Filipe Toledo’s security blanket papa Ricardo excoriated the World Surf League for running a day of competition at famed Western Australia slab “The Box.”

Two days ago, the same surf fans felt they had won a lottery when World Surf League commissioner Jessi Miley-Dyer reprised her mentor Erik Logan’s iconic to-camera bit to declare, “Ok so I have a call update for tomorrow, it’s probably one people have been waiting for, we’re going to look at The Box.”

Well, competition actually ran, men rose, or fell, to the challenge(r series) and a feeling of giddy hysteria took hold, Scottish curmudgeon JP Currie even wondering if we had, in fact, entered a new golden age.

Alas, deep and profound shame, at this moment, after Ricky damned the wave as “unfit.”

His soft baby boy had already bowed out at burly Main Break with the lowest point total of the day, but that didn’t stop the senior Toledo from bringing the fire.

Taking to Instagram, Ricardo bravely declared, re. The Box, “I particularly think this wave is horrible to put on such an important event as this stage, where many have never surfed there, and have their places at stake. It’s not a question that ‘athletes of this level have to be prepared for anything’ but in a good sense and let a more ‘ripable’ surf show who should stay on the tour since they insist on this cutting shit.”

Powerful, timely, wise.

Or do you dare disagree?

Do you continue to hold the defunct mindset that spine is worth something and/or fear Ricardo Toledo unleashing the mob on your own Instagram account?

He is a black belt in hurt feelings.

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Slater (pictured) playing in his girlfriend's back yard. Photo: WSL
Slater (pictured) playing in his girlfriend's back yard. Photo: WSL

In stunning turn, 53-year-old Kelly Slater granted wildcard for upcoming Trestles Pro!

"(San Clemente) is my girlfriend’s hometown and a second home to me. So I’m looking forward to competing as a wildcard..."

Well, wow. Minutes ago, the great World Surf League Championship Tour critic JP Currie declared, after returning from a brief sabbatical, “Somehow in my absence the WSL has transitioned beyond recognition. Where once she was a flaccid auld whore, sooking up the dregs of desperation; now she appears as a supermodel gliding into a Berlin club, whilst we look on, open-mouthed, saliva dripping.”

Minutes later, the “Global Home of Surfing” announced its historic wildcard for the upcoming Lexus Trestles Pro.

The 53-year-old winningest professional surfer of all-time Kelly Slater.

Per the press release:

Surfing’s GOAT, the 11-time World Champion, Kelly Slater (USA), will return to competition as a wildcard for the 2025 Lexus Trestles Pro Presented by Outerknown. As the Championship Tour (CT) field narrows following the Mid-season Cut at the Western Australia Margaret River Pro, Slater will return to competition for Stop No. 8 of the World Surf League (WSL) CT. The event will hold a competition window from June 9 through June 17, 2025.

The 53-year-old Slater previously competed as a wildcard in the first event of the 2025 season, the Lexus Pipe Pro. This marked his 33rd CT event at Pipeline, where he earned a Quarterfinal finish. As a wildcard, Slater will look to shake up the narrowed field of surfers at the high-performance wave at Lower Trestles, which was also recently announced as the Olympic surfing venue for the LA 2028 Games. 

Slater, himself, declared, “I’m excited to surf Lowers after having a few months of downtime with family and watching the events online. Surfing this event obviously makes good sense with Outerknown sponsoring the event and celebrating our 10th anniversary. Trestles has been an ongoing great memory for the past 35 years since I won my first event as a professional there, had a number of great wins there while on Tour, and is my girlfriend’s hometown and a second home to me. So I’m looking forward to competing as a wildcard and surf against a top seed or two straight away. At Outerknown we do things a bit differently and this is a different twist for me being the underdog. I’m honored and excited to compete next month.”

Quick question, how old is too old to have a “girlfriend?”

More as the story develops.

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George Pittar (pictured) mourning end of season. Photo: WSL
George Pittar (pictured) mourning end of season. Photo: WSL

Surfers knifed at Margaret River stare down long summer of discontent

"If you haven’t qualified for the next year, you’ll have to pick yourself up again.”

Well, the surgery is almost over, the World Surf League’s “cruel” and “unimaginable” and “fun” knifing basically made complete in Western Australia. As surf fans know, the “cut” was introduced a few years back by flimflam man Erik Logan who looked to spice up the Championship Tour with a mid-season public execution of poorly performing pros. The field hacked from 34 men down to 22. The women hacked from 18 to 10.

Not continuing on to Lowers, Rio, J-Bay or Tahiti will be Messrs. Matt McGillivray, Liam O’Brien, Jackson Bunch, George Pittar, Ian Gouveia, Samuel Pupo, Deivid Silva, Ian Gentil, Edgard Groggia, Ryan Callinan. The madams, not having begun the bracket stage, still up in the air.

Connor O’Leary dispatched his countryman O’Brien in his Round of 32 heat and told The Guardian, “It sucks, man. To come up in such a high-pressure heat with one of your close mates… I’ve been hanging around with LOB [O’Brien] for a couple of years now, we’re really close. It sucks, but I guess you’ve just got to put it all aside and put yourself first.”

Local son Jacob Willcox, chopped last year but still in the game, this, declared, “Last year was just bitter disappointment – this year I feel like I’m going for a bit of redemption at home, and set myself up for a good year on the Challenger.”

He also understood what was going on in the minds, and hearts, of the murdered, adding, “It’s heartbreaking watching those boys – I know exactly how they feel. If I can say anything, it all comes around – you’ll get your chance again. Both those guys are so talented, they’ll get back on tour. And I get to travel with them for a year (on the Challenger Series), so we’ll have a good group of people all getting around each other and all getting back on tour for next year.”

World Surf League commissioner Jessi Miley-Dyer, once a grand cheerleader for “The Cut” as well as the finals day format that gifted the globe’s best baby wave surfer Filipe Toledo two world titles, shared, “I feel for people (who have had their dreams smashed). It’s one of those events where we’re going to watch people have incredible performances and leave on really big highs; if you haven’t qualified for the next year, you’ll have to pick yourself up again.”

Sound advice.

But will you miss any of the vanquished?

Whom?

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Surfing The Box at Margaret River pro 2025
Taste retracting wave at The Box. | Photo: WSL/Ryder

The Box delivers “jaw-clenching, testicle-retracting moments” on Day 3 of Margaret River Pro!

It’s only been a minute, but somehow in my absence the WSL has transitioned beyond recognition.

Has the tide really turned?

It’s only been a minute, but somehow in my absence the WSL has transitioned beyond recognition. Where once she was a flaccid auld whore, sooking up the dregs of desperation; now she appears as a supermodel gliding into a Berlin club, whilst we look on, open-mouthed, saliva dripping.

I apologise for the Burleigh Pro passing me by, as well as the opening to Margaret River. I have watched some. I even took some notes. But it was just too hard in the current climate of my life.

There’s been no rain in three weeks or more in Scotland. To spend my days watching pro surfing whilst the sun splits the sky outside seemed mental. Home renovations have played a part, the stress of trying to write a book has been significant, and, for the first time in my life, I’ve been trying therapy. Couples’ counselling, to be precise. I’m not sure I’d recommend it. Unless you enjoy airing simmering resentments and long-forgotten grievances in front of a complete stranger, in an awkward, three chair room with cloying walls that seem to fold and warp before your eyes.

Plus, therapy is so fucking…American.

On top of all that, this weekend I’m off to the island of Jura, where George Orwell wrote “Nineteen Eighty-Four”. Then died. The reason for my visit is a stupidly difficult race over the Paps of Jura: 28km, 2370m of ascent, over mostly pathless ground and lacerating chunks of quartzite scree. The weather is supposed to break this Saturday, so I’ll be facing this in torrents of rain and visibility of just a few metres. There’s a high chance of getting lost and/or ending up on dangerous ground.

But at least stone and rain and mountains are real things. Pain, misery and joy at the behest of elemental forces has got to be better than therapy, right?

So it was today, as we were treated to a short but glorious few heats at The Box. The OG slab, according to Ronnie Blakey. A wave competitors and fans alike have brayed for in its six-year absence from competition, and rightly so. A fickle, squared beast of a wave the armchair viewer can scarcely imagine. It’s a test for even the best surfers in the world, and one that lays bare technical barrel riding skills.

It’s also what we want: jaw-clenching, testicle-retracting moments that make us realise why these people are professionals and we’re just shoegazing pricks in therapy.

Griffin Colapinto’s journal will surely be ablaze with adjectives and self-love this evening. His first attempt was a threaded beauty, somewhat lowballed for seven points, as the judges flubbed the scale. Yet on his second he fell from the sky, pindropping into perilously shallow water. It was a sequence that justified the decision to run at The Box. Anything might happen.

And it did. Colapinto’s second scoring wave was the most spectacular of the day, and one of the most confounding makes we’ve ever seen on Tour. It’s impossible to discern what happened at the end of the tube, even on slo-mo replays. Griffin himself couldn’t tell you. It was some combination of instinct and alchemy.

Kaipo called him the water bender. For once it seemed appropriate. The nine points awarded weren’t enough. Kelly Slater agreed, chipping in via text message to Ronnie Blakey. In a later heat it was certainly a ten. Undoubtedly the entire judging panel would retrospectively agree.

No contest vs wildcard Mikey McDonagh, who was at least there on merit after dispatching Yago Dora yesterday.

Heat two was a little slower, but there was no shortage of commitment from Leo Fioravanti and Miggy Pupo. Indeed, the broadcast revealed that Pupo has a month-old child he hasn’t yet seen, such is his commitment to the Australian leg and his career. He’s been vindicated by a top ten position in the live rankings. Fingers crossed he doesn’t need to go to couples counselling somewhere down the line.

Scores took an age to post in this heat, which surely didn’t help the men in the water. Perhaps judges were still decompressing from Jack Robinson’s wave in the morning before competition began, which was bigger and throatier than anything that rolled through thereafter.

Fioravanti is having his best season in memory. He built on a stupendous performance yesterday at Main Break, and the mid-range scores awarded today were not indicative of the waves surfed. Leo is a superb tube wrangler, and proved this once again.

The broadcast of these past couple of days has hummed along. The waves have helped, of course, and so have the Blakey brothers. Kaipo being banished to the line-up has been great, too. His brand of corny inanity is somehow more palatable when he’s floating in the line-up and we hear from him less. It’s almost endearing.

And a note of excellence has to go to Jesse Starling. A complete unknown to me, she has been resoundingly superb in commentary.

Heat three between O’Leary and Igarashi was forgettable, with O’Leary taking the win. But things sparked to life again under the feet of Barron Mamiya in heat four.

This sort of wave was always going to favour the young Hawaiian. His opponent, Jake Marshall, AKA the Temu John Florence, was always going to have the fabric of his facsimile stretched by The Box.

Mamiya exerted his will over the squared pits. Fresh off a near-drowning at Main Break yesterday, when he’d found himself in a cave underwater and had to rip off his leash in order to make it back to the surface, he approached The Box with similar, unflappable coolness.

If it hasn’t been noted already, let it be noted now: Barron Mamiya is a legitimate world title threat, both this year and beyond. Especially in the new complexion of the Tour.

Mamiya’s verve was carried into the next heat by Chianca and Willcox. The two men paddled so furiously at the beginning of their match-up I scanned the screen for signs of a dorsal fin.

Local boy Wilcox, having ousted the current world number one in Ferreira yesterday, again made west Aus pride swell with another confident win over the high seed.

Jackson Bunch vs Crosby Colapinto was a non-event in terms of makes, but not commitment to the cause. With victory, Crosby assured his place on Tour for the remainder of the season.

“Slab surfing belongs on Tour”, asserted a typically effervescent Vaughn Blakey, giving voice to the groupthink of the day. And he may be right. But slabs can be fickle, sensitive beasts, which might wilt or vanish in the minutiae of wind and tide. In this, there are several logistical problems with running lengthy competitions on them, not to mention some unfairness in competitors having an equal playing field.

So it was today. After a short break, and little in the way of explanation bar some vague references to wind, competition resumed back at Main Break. This scuppered my betting entirely. The one remaining leg was a Cleland victory over deVault, a result that seemed predictable at The Box. At Main Break, not so much. As it was, deVault continued the stylish approach that saw him oust event favourite Jack Robinson.

deVault began this competition in a lowly 32nd position, and although he’s made the quarters, it might take two more wins to assure his place on the remainder of the Tour. It seems unlikely, but it would be a good story.

As is the season long narrative of Jordy Smith, who surely must feel stars aligning this year. At The Box he’d have been competent enough to beat rookie Mignot, but at Main Break he is imperious. A 9.50 for three searing, critical turns on a huge wall was testament to that.

With Ferreira out, Smith will assume the number one position with another heat win here. Other than this, the top five going into Trestles looks set, even though this competition is far from done. Mamiya might move up from five. If he doesn’t, Leo can crack it with a place in the final. And what a strange little collective it is: Ferreira, Smith, Dora, Igarashi and Mamiya.

But the points are tight, and five events this season have elicited five different winners, two of whom (Toledo and Robinson) aren’t even in the top five as it stands.

Looks like more swell on the way to finish this one off. If I don’t get lost in the hills or sink into the chair of a therapist’s room, I’ll try to be here.

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