Mr. Tuna
You think Cardiff Reef is overrun by SUP’ers? You should see the East River in Manhattan on a good day.
What’s a Tuesday night without being sprayed by a skunk, stripping naked on your porch, putting your clothes in a bag, and preparing to burn them? Damned if I know.
The freight training skateboarder rounded the corner and met eyes with Slater, who’d just pulled out of his parking spot. And like a deer in headlights, he became unraveled.
Something that was on my mind during the long walk back up the dirt trail at Trestles was “the psychology of Slater.”
East Coast surfers often lust over the consistency and quality that California delivers on a regular basis. But come fall, if you’re an East Coaster living on the West, you inevitably and ironically find yourself dreaming about back home.
Yes, we’re the ones responsible for oil spills, sewer runoff, offshore dumping, and other assorted atrocities that fall on our oceans. But have you ever considered that it’s not only our reckless actions that are filthy, but we ourselves are quite dirty as well?
Sometimes it’s hard to recognize how odd or interesting something is when you’re immersed in it. But when you step away, you say: what was that all about?
It’s only been a few days since the Cali Rally came to a sliding halt. And well, it hasn’t been easy for us either…
So yeah, Slater just won JBay, and he now has four out of five event wins in his name this year. But at what point, mathematically speaking, does he have the 2008 World Title locked down?
Well, maybe not. But if he did, he might be a contender ’cause the guy’s beyond unstoppable right now (plus, he’s pretty politically savvy).

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