Straight from the heart!
If popularity can be measured by collective madness, board short sales and sales of hijabs for men, weeping women and the adoration of middle-aged surf fans, then there is without a shadow of a donut that John John Florence, three times a king, is the most popular surfer in the world.
Not even for Kelly Slater have there been such monstrous scenes of amorous cannibalism.
The big American with the even bigger ass, and rounder, too, than the miracle of Ethan Ewing’s obscenely ripe melons, is in another league, as they say, and John John Florence is the sun around which the tour now pivots.
He is the only non-Brazilian to win a world title since Fanning in 2013.
Which means all eyes are on the thirty-two-year-old father of baby Darwin and brother to Nathan and Ivan, as the tour begins anew at Pipeline in four weeks.
Will he abandon fam to chase tour beyond Hawaii? To Abu Dhabi? Portugal? Brazil? Crush Brazilian dreams for another year, just for laughs.
In the meantime, a new release from Studio Florence, called Here, which documents his travails from not this, but the last, Hawaiian season, 23-24.
Essential.