Today I went surfing.
My goodness, I wish someone had a video camera.
It wasn't that I didn't catch any waves, and just sat out there lookin' cool on a surfboard, it was because I caught waves that made it a pity no one brought the video camera along.
Picture the scene. Josh Kuperus on a surfboard. (Lookin' pretty spiffy I might add.)
A few waves come by, nothing worth catching, and he still manages to stay in that ultra-cool position of being on top of a surfboard. A few more waves pass. Repeat in the ultra-cool position department. A few more waves ... you get the picture. And then the wave comes. The wave.
"Party wave!" a surfer calls. (For those poor people out there who prefer sitting on a sofa instead of a surfboard, a party wave means a wave everyone can catch.)
Josh starts paddlin' like crazy. Arms a' flyin', muscles a' workin', water a' splashin', and the wave creeps and creeps up on him. And then it catches him! The surfboard starts going all by itself! All you can hear is Josh yelling, "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" like a maniac. He gets to his knees. He's still on the board! He gets to his feet. HE GETS TO HIS FEET! For a split second his head is actually above the wave! And then, with a tremendous flop backwards, the surfboard springs forward without a surfer on board, and Josh Kuperus is officially down.
The same thing happened about every fourth good wave; the "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!", the split second standing, and the final flop.
I had a few close calls with running over people but no one got hurt. At least that's what they said.
And yes, I have a few gnarly cuts from the reef to prove I actually did go out there. (Yeah, you wish you had those battle scars.)
My goodness, I wish someone had a video camera.
It wasn't that I didn't catch any waves, and just sat out there lookin' cool on a surfboard, it was because I caught waves that made it a pity no one brought the video camera along.
Picture the scene. Josh Kuperus on a surfboard. (Lookin' pretty spiffy I might add.)
A few waves come by, nothing worth catching, and he still manages to stay in that ultra-cool position of being on top of a surfboard. A few more waves pass. Repeat in the ultra-cool position department. A few more waves ... you get the picture. And then the wave comes. The wave.
"Party wave!" a surfer calls. (For those poor people out there who prefer sitting on a sofa instead of a surfboard, a party wave means a wave everyone can catch.)
Josh starts paddlin' like crazy. Arms a' flyin', muscles a' workin', water a' splashin', and the wave creeps and creeps up on him. And then it catches him! The surfboard starts going all by itself! All you can hear is Josh yelling, "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" like a maniac. He gets to his knees. He's still on the board! He gets to his feet. HE GETS TO HIS FEET! For a split second his head is actually above the wave! And then, with a tremendous flop backwards, the surfboard springs forward without a surfer on board, and Josh Kuperus is officially down.
The same thing happened about every fourth good wave; the "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!", the split second standing, and the final flop.
I had a few close calls with running over people but no one got hurt. At least that's what they said.
And yes, I have a few gnarly cuts from the reef to prove I actually did go out there. (Yeah, you wish you had those battle scars.)
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