For the first time in over three months, I kind of feel like I’m at home. It started in November with the Triple Crown. Six and a half weeks of life on the North Shore, working the webcast for all three events. 384 more words
So last Monday night, Kaboe hits me with a text saying Red Bull is lighting up Pipe and peeps were going to be surfing it. I headed down there armed with a pouch full of Mickey’s grenades to kick it with the boys and watch some night surfing. 61 more words
Tell me about that quarterfinal heat. That was a good one.
Definitely. The heat with John John, Bruce (Irons) and Marcus (Hickman) was probably the hardest heat I’ve ever had at Pipeline. 1,329 more words