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Ralph Pic Of The Week
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We lost some good people in 2007.
cold water hitting me in the face on New Year's Eve Day was a sobering,
cleansing of my personal loss, combined with the local surf community's
loss. I'm glad 2007 is behind us all.
I must say, I was somewhat surprised that NOT a single photo came through
of the last day of 2007. Including myself. I did not take any photos
or video that day. I elected to surf instead. I assumed that someone did
somewhere. But I never received a single photo in my incoming email box.
I call it the Big Brain vs the Small Brain syndrome.
It has become somewhat common as of late. And I guess it's typical of most teens. I do remember being like this with my dad when I was 16. I thought I knew it all too. But this is surfing. And clearly, I must have some knowledge of something that I've spent my entire life doing.
Especially surfing here in New England.
honestly, I love surfing the wall. But this day, the waves seemed better
where we were parked. Max could not see what I could see. Why?
Because his brain is smaller than mine. I have a larger more developed
adult brain. He has a young growing teenage brain. Clearly my brain is
more knowledgeable. My brain was better on this day, in making the call
of where we should surf.
then one of his friends pulled up and said "It's really good here!
I mean really good!" I didn't say anything. I knew it was good. So
did he. "I was wrong" he said under his breath. "What's
that ?" I asked. "I was wrong." He answered. "You
mean, you were wrong again."
forgot to mention that I almost got barreled on that last day. Oh yea. Almost.
I got bombed off my board instead. You see my friends, Lil Ralphie
was on the wrong board. Clearly I should of had a shorter board under my
tired ass. Instead, I had my Longboard. And while I have many friends who
ride longboards in every condition our coast throws at us, I am not one
of them. Don't get me wrong. I have been riding my longbaord more times
than not (and yes, for all the obvious reasons), I really don't enjoy riding
a longboard when the surf is bigger than say, head high.
I'd much rather have a board that I can duck dive, and maneuver better in and around the pocket. I have enough shorter boards in my quiver to use, and I would of grabbed one, if I didn't have that argument with Mackey earlier. Somehow, I let him convince me that surf was not that big.
I was wrong. Dead wrong. I should of been on my Rusty or my Fish. Instead I had my 9'0". Yes I could catch waves earlier, and it paddles and floats me better than my other boards, but dammit, I don't enjoy getting caught by a set on one, nor do I think they handle late drops better than a shorter board. None the less, I was out there riding it and I was getting cocky. And that my friends, is where the "almost barrel" comes into play.
I was sitting outside when a a nice set came up on the horizon. Being on the LB, I was able to see further out. Everyone else was either sitting somewhat inside of me, or they were paddling out. (There were only about 10 of us out there at this time). Any way, the set came and I spun and paddled for one of the nicer one's. I got into it early and went straight to the bottom (my first mistake. I should of angled my drop). When I got to the bottom I did a casual lazy backside bottom turn. (My second mistake). I should of hit that bottom turn faster and shot myself into the upperface. I could see a bunch of paddlers out on the shoulder paddling back out. I heard a few hoots, including one from my son.
"Go dad!". Then I saw the wave start it's vortex thing and start to get concave. So what do I do? I stall. I lean back and stick my right arm into the face and put the brakes on. ( My third and final mistake). Still, it's all coming together. I get into a semi pig dog stance and wait for the moment we all live for. The hollow section. The hole. The freaking barrel. It was a satisfying moment for sure. My friends and son out on the shoulder taking it all in about to witness the most glorious moment in surfing. The true barrel ride.
That's when it happened.
board shifted just a little too far out. When the pitching lip came down,
instead of going over me, it hit me dead on. Blowing me up in front of
the same audience. It was a groaning moment. But alas my friends, I came
up laughing and sputtering. "What the hell just happened?" All
I could hear were the hoots and laughs.
my friends...Surfing heals all wounds....
1972 Steve "Neddie" Nelson in full praying mode.
Adam Miller streaking on one of 2007's last waves.
Seth Bilodeu cutty.
Brendon McCray. Somewhere between NH and RI on Christmas Eve Day.
2008 Parting Shot...Last week's parting shot drew many
2008 EXTRA Parting Shot...Hey All You New Hampshire Voters Surfers Don't
Forget To VOTE on 01-08-08