There was a little wave today, so I broke with tradition and ventured to Satellite Beach (usually stay local) to get a bit more size. What a zoo.

There was a guy to my left that tried to catch every single wave. He missed them all. He was right on the shoulder, paddled with all his might and didn't catch jack. I dismissed him after the third fun wave rolled under him, but that didn't stop him from trying.

There were a dozen people going straight on all manners of boards - foam, logs, shorties and old single fins that didn't work the day it walked out of the factory.

One guy got cut off twice on the same wave. The wave was two feet. I can understand Malibu or Trestles, but two foot Satty slop?

People were going right on lefts and left on rights. It was a weird, somewhat controlled chaos with sharks and Tarpon slipping in and about the people. The only thing missing was the Big Top tent.

What happened? There used to be a pecking order with a modicum of respect and the better places had the better surfers. When you became competent, you started surfing the better spots and eventually ended up with the better waves. That $h!t is right out the window. It's Gooberville with a vengeance, and the once preferred spots with the better surf are nothing more than a preschool calamity of dings, dents, pearl dives, stinkbug squats and sand filled sinus cavities.

The times they are a changin.

I hear bowling is fun.









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I was right.