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May 11th , 2008 Mother's Day

Today is all about the Moms. The new Moms, the old Moms, the forgotten Moms, and for some of us, the deceased Moms. And the Mother of all Mothers... Our Beloved Mother Ocean. But first, our real Moms.

We can at least all agree on one thing here today, and that is, we all have had Mothers. Your mother carried your ass around for 9 months before depositing you on the doorstep of life. Stop and think about what that must of been like. I mean seriously, think about that. She carried you inside her womb for 9 months. I know this is hard for a lot of you guys out there to fathom what that must of been like. And maybe even a few of you women.

But one thing's for sure. Your Mother was there from inception to birth, and she will be there, right up to the point, when she will breathe her last breath. A Mother's love and devotion, can match no other. That maternal instinct, to nurture and protect her children, from all the evils in this world, is unparalleled. Your Mother would climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest sea, fight the fiercest foe, to protect her child.

And it's the same in the animal world too.

Ever seen a Mother Bear in the woods with young bear cubs? If you do...walk quietly and semi quickly away...and prepare yourself to do battle, and or, get your ass ripped up.

Our Mothers are the same.

They'd take on anyone and anything. I can remember my own Mom going after a swarm of bees that were attacking us when we were kids. She killed a bunch with her bare hands. My Mother was fearless, and we were more afraid of her, than my father. But as fearless as she was, she was equally as loving and kind a woman as you'd ever meet. It's true.

When you'd get sick. It was your Mom who stayed by your side and nursed you back. Just yesterday, as I was in the home I grew up in, cleaning the place out to get ready to sell, I remembered. I stood there in my parents empty bedroom and recalled laying in their large bed, sick with the Measles and Chicken Pox. It was the only time I ever slept in that room. When we got sick. Quarantined from the rest of the troops. My Mother would come in and check on me constantly.

It all came back to me yesterday in that empty house..

That home was full of life when we were young. The sounds of my three sisters and three brothers. My Mom took care of us all. Never complaining. Diligently working to help raise six kids. Cooking three meals a day. Every day. Including weekends. I was lucky.

After surfing, my friends and I would be treated to the
best home-cooked meals. It was great. Looking back on it now, I guess I didn't realize how good we all had it. The rides to the beach. The sandy towels and messy bathrooms. You tend to take things for granted.
All those days at the beach when we were toddlers and young groms.

And don't think your Mom didn't worry about you at the beach. Hardly.
Like that Momma Bear, standing by the shoreline, as you got bounced around in the shorebreak. And the better you got at surfing, the less she could control the outcome. Until that moment, when you both realized that your time in the water was now in God's hands. Mom could no longer help you if you got in trouble. Yet, she still worried. Mothers always worry.

You don't think your Mom would be worried sick if she really knew what we were doing out there in the dead of winter? Hell yea, she would. It's good that we are out of her sight. Your Mom would be worried sick every time a macking set landed on your head.

If she knew what we were doing. Surfing large winter waves in New England.

Men in war have been known to cry out for their mothers when facing death. I've known a few who have. It's the most awful sound. A child crying out for their mother. Yet it's embedded in our total make-up. Your Mom would always come to get you.

So if your Mom is still around today, call her, or better yet go and see her. I know there's' surf today, but you can still call or drop by the house. You owe it to her.

And for those of us who lost our mothers. Think of them today, and be thankful for the time you did have together. These memories are all we have left, and if you don't remember them, and talk about them, then they will truly be lost. So my friends, Look to the heavens and smile
and tell them all, these souls of our Mothers in Heaven.

Happy Mothers Day Mom. We Love you.

So there was surf today. And there was surf yesterday. Surprised? Not me. I knew it was coming. Just like I know the next storm is coming (tomorrow) and the next one, looks like a good one. A Real good one. Speaking of storms. That Cyclone that hit Southeast Asia in Myanmar, the former country known as Burma, last week was a massive killer storm. Over 40,000 killed and many more missing and feared dead.

Global warming again?

Who knows. One thing's for sure, that freaking Military Junta in Burma are a bunch of assholes. Here we are, offering help and aid, and these clowns are refusing us, because we are Americans? Please. Give me a break. Those freaking loser boneheads are letting innocent people suffer and die over some political BS.

This country of ours, is still the most generous country in the world when it comes to disaster relief, and foreign aid. We always step up. And we risk it all to bring help. Why? Because America, and her citizens, are still a caring nation, who see beyond race and political views, and we are willing, and able, to bring help. No matter what the consequences. We want to help.

Why? Simply put, it's the right thing to do.

Imagine that? America risking it all, to help our fellow human beings, both here at home, and abroad. As a Nation, our Karma is good. I just hope those people get help soon so they can start to rebuild their lives.

So last week I reported somewhat on the ESA-NNE contest held in Montauk, LI, New York. Surprisingly, the surf was significant. Well, I really should not have been that surprised. After all, they had almost the same Winter/Fall as we have had. In other was kicking.

But the contest itself is always something to watch. I mentioned last week that the caliber of talent and ability is always impressive in the Boys, Junior Mens, and finally the Senior Mens Divisions. When in fact, the caliber of surfing in most divisions is fun to watch.

Standing there on the beach, as a casual observant last week, I couldn't help but notice the familiar tie-in's with other non-pro sports. Like Golfing, Bowling, softball and tennis.

The competitive side of surfing really has no age barriers.

So realistically, if you wanted to compete in your 50's, 60's and hell even in your 70's, you could. In fact, you can compete, right up until the day you die.

Seriously, sitting there on the beach at Ditch Plains watching my friends out there surfing (And honestly? They were surfing really good) in the "Legends" division, it became apparent to me, that these guys will surf against each other, right up until the day they die.

And in some cases, beyond the grave.

For if the heaven exists, that they all want, there will be surf contests, and if there's surf contests in heaven, there will be these elders, competing against each other and having themselves a blast.

The only downside is, if you complain about the judging in heaven, you get sent to Purgatory.

Honestly, the contests are good for all ages. But mostly it's great for the kids. It's all about the kids in the ESA. That's what they promote. That and the family atmosphere. Plus they are strong proponents of environmental issues.

Speaking of which. The Cape Hatteras Surf Scene is safe for the time being. The ESA Championships will still be held there (Thank God). The thought of no surfing in Cape Hatteras would of been a tragedy. No question. And if you've ever surfed in Hatteras you know what I'm talking about.

There's no place like Hatteras on the East Coast. In fact, there's no place like Hatteras anywhere.

Go Celtics! Go Sox. But REALLY Go Celtics. The series is tied 2-1 as the "C's" once again struggled on the road.

Please help out Local Surfer Mike Keefe's Granddaughter and Jacko Keefe's niece Bella by sponsoring this Fundraiser we would all be grateful. She's one of those cute triplets that you see walking along the ocean. Kally's the mom and she did a great piece check this out.
Just click on this Diabetes link. Thanks.

Once again...A BIG Happy Mothers Day to ALL the Moms out there, and thank you for all that you do.

Remember my friends...Surfing heals all wounds....
Pray for Surf. Pray for Peace. Surf For Fun.


Yesterday 1950's Happy Mother's Day Mom!!
(Below) My Mother Eva loved the beach and the ocean when she was young. I guess we didn't have much of
a chance when we were kids to not like it either. My Mom was standing on the beach when I rode my 365th
consecutive day of surfing. She was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother, and true friend to all who
knew and loved her. Today is the first Mother's Day without her. Happy Mother's Day Ma, we miss you.
Photo by the late Gus Fatello

2008 Today-Sunday May 11th, 2008 Mother's Day.

(Above) I drove down to the ocean this morning (late 9:00AM) and took this one photo before the wind came on
and basically killed it. Happy Mother Ocean's Day.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

2008 Today- Saturday May 10th, 2008

(Above) Jon Gozzo mixing it up in the soup and salad department.
Photo by Bryan Nicholson

(Above) Billy Ritchie pivoting on the front peak.
Photo by Bryan Nicholson

(Above) Garrett Krapf back in the Line-up wheels off the top of a familiar shoulder.
Photo by Bryan Nicholson

(Above) Garrett throwing back some wake on this glassy cuttie.
Photo by Bryan Nicholson

2008 Today-, Last Week in Montauk, Long Island, NY May 2-3, 2008

(Above) The Northern New England boys survey the damage.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

(Above) Kevin on da log while Joe and son,' super hot' Mikey Ciarmarella try and stay warm.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

(Above) Colby showing off the spoils of the contest, while MVF brings home a few laughs.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

(Above) Mackey V was the only one out last Sunday in front of our hotel. Lumpy gravy.
Photo by R. Fatello SFOD

(Above) Nohea was the Victor in the Women's Shortboard Division.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

2008 Today, Back home in New England last week May 2008

(Above) Meanwhile back home before the trip. A left heaves with no takers.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) 7yr old Kai Nichols takes off and grabs his rail while pop shoots below sea level.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Kai pulls up under the lip and aims for the shoulder.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Perfect positioning, Kai Nichols.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Still in the hook, Kai Nichols.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Sampling the rights. Kai Nichols.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Kai Nichols at New Jeffrey's Bay.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Kai Nichols ready for Montauk.
Photo by Lenny Nichols

(Above) Perfect lefty in...Ha!!!!! I can't tell you that!
Photo by J. Budney

(Above) A little slab will do ya...somewhere south of where you're sitting.
Photo by J. Budney

VIDEO by SFOD R. Fatello

(Above) CLICK ON Video (photo) Frame Grab of this empty wave for a Mothers Day Special Viddy.
Video Frame grab by R. Fatello SFOD


2008 West Coast Spring Pics from The Westies

(Above) Isabella on the beach at Trestles. Her first time on a surfboard. Mother Marie took this photo.
Photo courtesy of Phil and Marie

(Above) Oh yea. NOW this is what traveling is all about. My Westie crew left their motor boats behind
and went on a surf trip to Namotu. This is what they found.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) This, my friends is a FREAKING A FRAME! Bastards.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Paddling by an empty right. Could you paddle any faster? Anticipation.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Wally wailing on a walled up left.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Douglas (with a kneebrace) tweaking this bottom turn and hoping his good knee holds up.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Dougie bracing (pun intended) for coverage. I told you Dougie I was gonna be hurtful.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Blue Man Group member holds his breath as he sets up.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) It's all about the aesthetics and the flow. Lean and point your way to paradise.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Nice view if you afford it.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) OK this may be a first for Ralph's Pic Of The Week? I don't ever recall posting a shot from
this particular angle. Good on ye Douglas.
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry

(Above) Dougie heading back to Namotu...can I go next year Dougie?
Photo courtesy of Doug Hendry


Today 2008 Parting Shot...Spring Fling!

Above) You've heard of Spring Peepers right? The little Frogs that come out every Spring. Well,
this little frog here looks like he got snagged by a large hidden snapping turtle.

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