THE WAVE OF THE FUTURE
If only Bobby Martinez had put it as eloquently as you did during his outbursts [Tibby Rothman's "Rebel Yell,” Jan. 6]. Maybe then he wouldn't have been dismissed so quickly. He was actually in the perfect position to “rally the troops,” but I fear he's lost his credibility. I know he's walked away from the tour, but there is no doubt in my mind he still cares. It's articles like this that will help restore his image and hopefully make some positive changes to the surfing world.
Awasht, via ocweekly.com
Bravo! Standing ovation from the dunce section of surfing. I've been telling people in “The Surf Industry” for months that they were clearly missing the mark on Bobby's “Victory Speech” in New York. The tennis reference alone has much deeper roots that start with the Bronzed Aussies who created “competitive surfing.” Martinez's speech will go down in surfing lore as the Gettysburg Address regarding competitive professional surfing. The line's drawn. What is SURFING? Is it a sport? Does it NEED to be a sport? I believe Bobby's speech is more significant than all 11 of Kelly Slater's titles at this point. Slater is the best natural surfer the planet has ever seen, yet (similar to Michael Jordan) he has done nothing outside the water to use his monumental power to develop something that appeals to 99 percent of the everyday surfers out there. Let's forget non-surfing audiences; if this bogus tour could attract even a quarter of the world's everyday surfers to watch, they'd be melting Internet servers around the clock. Instead, the Surfing Industry is led by the third and fourth generations of inbred hillbillies who are “connected to the family of surfing.” Martinez has seen the light. Jamie O'Brien, Bruce Irons and many other have seen the light. It may have taken a while (Bruce and Bobby obviously had successful stints on tour; Jamie never bought in), but they saw.
Blasphemy Rottmouth, via ocweekly.com
I have been interested in this story for awhile, but who exactly are you saying Martinez is rebelling against? The tour? The industry? If so, I would have liked to have heard more from Dave Prodan or Renato Hickel or even some of the other surfers on tour, instead of ones who are past their expiration dates. Also, in terms of the industry, I would have liked to have heard what people at his former sponsors, such as Oakley or Reef or O'Neill, have to say about it. Tibby basically rounded up like-minded individuals here, whether it was Sunny, or Bobby's friends, or sponsors at FTW or Channel Islands, and pretended as though she were presenting a balanced story. It just seems really one-sided.
Shot 23, via ocweekly.com
THE 1 PERCENT'S DAILY BREAD
I have currently applied for a government grant and am hoping to be able to eat at Le Pain Quotidien in the near future [Edwin Goei's "Let Them Eat Cake,” Dec. 15, 2011]hanks.
Steve Martin, via ocweekly.com
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