CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG

Well - maybe. let's review some situations later since there's nothing else to do but visualize. At the point, the surf has been blownout, or small, or blownout and small. Of course, there have been windows. Happy glue year! Today, the ocean was glassy with a slight breeze - but the point was pinner. The boyz told me moss was great. I checked the buoy, and it turns out there is an 8 foot swell from 310 at 17 seconds - which means the swell is passing by the point and focusing in at moss - good call boyz. Back to the visualization - you and the rest of the inmates are out at ensenada de tiburon trading places, jockeying for position, the occasional burn, and generally having a good time. It's summer, the waits are long, and the sets are waist to head high with few in-betweeners. You notice a continuous line of foam coming down the stairs and start to feel just a little angst. It's your turn at the next set - the crew is paddling back from the last set, you're on the bowl, and the set is setting up. Suddenly, just as you're getting ready to take off, there's a loud "hey" and you pull out just in time to see an un-named longboarder from 38th slide by. You think "where the fuck did he come from - he wasn't here a minute ago". Maybe it was your near sightedness - with the size of that board, he may have been sitting another 50 yards out and you just didn't see him. More likely, he just paddled out and took off on the first wave he saw. Dude, was he loud. In any case, you regroup and catch a meager in-betweener. You make your first bottom turn, and get ready to race down the line when you discover that the endless line of foam boards has stretched right out into the inside line up. As you speed down the line, several of the foam-core panic and turn their boards perpendicular to your one and only flight path - and you are doing mach 15. As you are in the foam ball becoming intimate with the foam-core and their boards, a leg rope from one of the foam planks wraps around your neck and really gets the veins in your neck pumping. It's at this point you think "can't we all just get along?". As you break the surface, you hear the mayor asking "can't we all just get along?" Stunned, you paddle back out for more - sitting with the crew that, through time and respect, you can get along with. Try this one: you're going left at the spot and some idiot who thinks he's going right and taking off deeper than anyone else is heading right at you........
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