September 8th, 2007
WhooHOO!!! DP!!!!
Well the word certainly made the rounds on this one, now didn't it? They've been blowing smoke up each other's tailpipes for nearly a full week, believing their own delusional b.s., tying their leashes to the pool ladder, and generally working themselves into a lather.
Unfortunately, the wind (which was never actually forecast to do anything particularly favorable in the first place) continued to blow onshore overnight and into the dawn of the new day, and it's a complete mess out there, as expected (at least by those who actually study the forecasts).
So tell me, do, what's the point in getting up at 0:Dark:Thirty, grabbing that piece of crap surfboard you keep in the garage behind the box of tractor parts, and blowing all the way over here from Oviedo at warp eight, when the merest check of the KSC Mesonet would have told you it's already onshore at ten to fifteen knots, and just as junky as you could ever imagine?
I dunno.
But for whatever deranged reason, they're all here, that's for sure.
It's actually CROWDED out there! No lie.
Ah well, such is the nature of Lemmings At Play.
For those with a modicum of actual surfing talent, there is a workable section or two every once in a while, but in the final analysis, chop IS chop, right?
It should be fun to read the reports of major epicness later on, when they all go back home, nap off the beer, and sit down at their keyboards to once again prove their mettle in the surging billows of the ocean sea.
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