Claim Me Teahupoo… Aaaaaarghhhh
If you are going to claim a wave it might as well be this one. Go on a regular day and see everyone make the wave of their life… Or NOT. And I guess thats the point. Not only do these guys want to get the highest scores the contest judges can offer but they want to live to fight another day. Problem is the highest scores don’t come from a drop and a simple line. They come from super late takeoffs, bouncing on the foam ball and coming out after the shot gun gas has blown you out of the barrel. So the pumping late take off, fins free and air dropping, the positioning, stalling, dropping, sliding, pumping in the barrel, hopping off the foam ball and coming out? Well thats all you need for a ten. Oh and it better be a big one too. The alternative is and intimate moment with the reef and whatever the mother bed decides to make of you’re soggy little body. And that reef is alive and sharp. If you fill your local kiddie pool with broken rocks and bottles drive past at thirty MPH and dive in out of the back of the pick up you’ll get a good idea of what awaits the when you get it really wrong. Would you claim? Damn right you would…
