Goodbye 2015. Hello 2016.

The passing of another year. I have mixed feelings about 2015. On the local level, we had some great surf. Consistent as it gets. Last winter the weather was awful. Unless you like that kind of stuff. And I know a few of you who do. But for the rest of us, it was tough going. Then we had an incredible run of nice weather through the Fall and right up until a few days after Christmas. Then winter showed up.

It was also a bittersweet year for those of us who lost loved ones.

There was Steve McCarthy from the McCarthy family, and my own family saw the passing of our kid sister Evamarie. And keeping with the cycle of life, we were blessed with another grandchild. Having babies does not make up for the vacant seat at the dinner table on Thanksgiving and Christmas, but it does help.

The dealing with reality, and holding onto your faith, can go a long way to ease that loss. And the babies running around the house, bring nothing but laughter and joy. I am fast becoming used to being a grandfather. When your grandchild smiles at you, and reaches out to you to have you pick them up,well that's feeling I wouldn't trade for all the money in the world. I don't know many who would.

So on a personal level, I'm looking forward to 2016.

I hope to get back in the water in the spring, and to get back in shape.
That's the plan any way. Hard to predict what will happen in 2016, but I'm glad to see 2015 go. So here's wishing you all a Happy and Healthy New Year!

There was some extra crazy shit that happened in 2015.
Some worth mentioning, others not so much.



How could I not mention the BEST Superbowl win of all time? The game was lost for New England when Pete Carroll calls the biggest, perhaps the dumbest ever, play of all time. It was like a miracle. Some kind of bug wormed it's way into Carroll's head and made him call this play. Whenever Butler picked off the pass to save the team. All of America (save Patriots fans) stared in disbelief and shock. That call resulted in the New England Patriots winning their 4th Superbowl. Could they do it again? Sure. But I'm not going there just yet. And neither should you.



When ISIS burst on the scene last year no one was more hated than this scumbag. Jihadi John. He stood before the rolling video cameras cursing America and president Obama. Then he would behead the American who was being held captive. With that English accent, he would without any hesitation, cut off the heads of the men kneeling down in those orange jump suits, while continuing to spout all kinds of madness, and bullshit.

Well, if you're like me, you stopped whatever you were doing last month when you heard that we got him with a perfectly designed Drone Strike. He's dead. Gone. I wish they had the technology to tape and record that last final millisecond of this piece of shit's life. I would like to think, that he knew, in that final moment. He knew. Ha. Sorry, that makes me chuckle.

Speaking of chuckling, the local Hampton crew got more than their share of chuckles when local surfer comic celebrity Jimmy Dunn starred in the sitcom the McCarthys. The sitcom was based out of Boston, and the accents and mannerisms were spot on. It was a funny show. My favorite character was the mother. She was freaking hilarious.



We're all hoping that some other network picks it up.



Then there were the uneasy chuckles of comparing aging starlet Jessica Lange to newly built Caitlyn Jenner. I personally felt uneasy, because I had a crush on Jessica, when she was in the first remake of King Kong in 1976. Seeing her now, and in this comparison? Well, spoiler alert. We are all going to get old. Wrinkles, baldness (for both men and women) and flesh just drooping and hanging like some wet towel. That's ok. It is what it is.

As they say, It's Life. Suck it up and deal with it.



We couldn't get through the year without mentioning this piece of human waste. Private Bergdahl walked off his post on a mountain in Afghanistan.
The result of which led to the death of six American soldiers who died while searching for him. And if that wasn't bad enough, Obama traded five of the worse known Terrorist leaders, with the Taliban to get this as swipe coward back home to his hippie parents. Disgusting? Oh hell yea it was.



Pleasant looking gentlemen don't you think? Nice work Barack.

"Trading Five Terrorists For One Coward Does Not Heal any Wounds"