Gratitude/Blacks
Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 9:07 am
Hello all,
Thought I'd start a new post about being grateful for kneeboarding. I'm hitting a milestone, 47, and for the first time not able to kneeboard at the level I'd like. I've been diagnosed with a degenerative hip, or osteoarthritis. Fos the last two years I've been managing through pain and rehab to keep surfing. But just this month the pain got bad enough to schedule a hip replacement. Hard to walk up the hill from Blacks, two days in a row of kneeriding and my hip hurts like an old lady shopping at Wal Mart the day after Christmas.
So I've had to face up and wait it out this winter until I get the new hip or another steroid shot that will give me two more months of surfing. I dawn patroled and surfed a right deep water break on Big Wedenesday out in San Diego Harbor (20 foot rideable faces on the sets) caught my share but couldn't walk the next day.
Headed to Blacks that late morning and realized I couldn't perform at the level I needed. Watched from the cliff from 9:00 to 11:00. Watched Dave (without parrot or grand piano but that's another story) down from Moss catch a couple, think I saw Bob G. out, saw somebody on a bodyboard (Didn't look like a boogie board, Brad did you see that guy before you got rag dolled?) catch four or five. Eric and Ty scored. Pablo. Where was Yamo? Wino and the B brothers were not there yet. Maybe Tad, couldn't tell, but he's been a lot better lately, his illness ratcheting down a notch and he talks a little to guys in the line up.
It was so beautiful up there. You can see a set coming in from the northwest and predict it at least thirty seconds ahead of time if you know the layout. Blacks bending off the underwater canyon looking like it's coming out of the south when it's a west swell, great walls with bowls, not the best ever but pretty good, The Cove breaking in the distance, white water and spray like smoke in the distance with Boomers going off at 25 feet (I am not kidding-three body surfers tried to head out but the lifeguards at the Cove held them back) and realized this is it.
I have done this (Kneeridden Blacks) longer and with more regularity than anything in my life (Thirty years). Longer than marriage, longer than the kids. Longer than teaching.
Now I am not dying and I am not maudlin. I'll do it again. Right now I need to cycle a lot and get a new tiitanium hip. Big deal. It struck me how cool this sport is and that we take it a bit too seriously or for granted at times.
Northwest swells with Blacks like one long point from the road to the slide, west swells with four or five seperate A frames, north peak the heaviest, New Zealand souths with long groomed lines, so many moods and faces.
Wow. Epipahny. Most of the nutty kneelos I've knows over the years know this better than stand ups, they have so much fricken fun out in the water. Walt and Jeff back in the day acting like total loons, cutting each other off and screaming. Dogman naked the first time I saw him, possibly blazing, gone for 20 years and then back, (the naked part might be a myth you have to check with the Dog-but he did have a cement square at UCSD that said Surf Blacks naked), Rex H. on low tide offshore days, (Now he's climbing Anapurna, that's another story too)Bill L with his slow learner board and that cartoon of him with the biggest schnoz ever, nose hair coming out of his nostrils ( and no Bill your nose it not that big, you're handsome really you are),meeting Jason Foster for the first time without hair recovering from chemo, Yamo and Super Dave came on the scene when I was back in Grad school, starting a family not on top of it in the morning for a few years, (P.H.D's in physics both, brilliant, they charge/charged the biggest Blacks I've seen), Wino (Always Charging) and the B brothers (the most fluid kneebaorders I've ever seen) when they first started, Pat (where did he go?), Bob Gove (way too many stories to even start) and Eric Jensen who inspired me to give up stand up surfing and start kneeriding again in '76, Russell, South Peak Brad, the most positive energy ever (I wish I could be that way-the dark side sometimes takes over), Jon S, before he split to Kaui and became The Bike Doctor, lately Joe and Martin have come down and brought their kids, who else???
Enough already. What a great deal knebaording is. The point is, we should just be grateful. I know I am. Don with his site has done a great thing, thanks for doing it, a whole history on the net.
That's plenty. I'd like to hear other stories. Jack once said I was the most "normal" kneelo he's ever known and that's scary because my students and wife's friends think I'm off my rocker. So we are a breed apart. Give us some gratitude. Let us hear. Peace.
Thanks,
Matt
Thought I'd start a new post about being grateful for kneeboarding. I'm hitting a milestone, 47, and for the first time not able to kneeboard at the level I'd like. I've been diagnosed with a degenerative hip, or osteoarthritis. Fos the last two years I've been managing through pain and rehab to keep surfing. But just this month the pain got bad enough to schedule a hip replacement. Hard to walk up the hill from Blacks, two days in a row of kneeriding and my hip hurts like an old lady shopping at Wal Mart the day after Christmas.
So I've had to face up and wait it out this winter until I get the new hip or another steroid shot that will give me two more months of surfing. I dawn patroled and surfed a right deep water break on Big Wedenesday out in San Diego Harbor (20 foot rideable faces on the sets) caught my share but couldn't walk the next day.
Headed to Blacks that late morning and realized I couldn't perform at the level I needed. Watched from the cliff from 9:00 to 11:00. Watched Dave (without parrot or grand piano but that's another story) down from Moss catch a couple, think I saw Bob G. out, saw somebody on a bodyboard (Didn't look like a boogie board, Brad did you see that guy before you got rag dolled?) catch four or five. Eric and Ty scored. Pablo. Where was Yamo? Wino and the B brothers were not there yet. Maybe Tad, couldn't tell, but he's been a lot better lately, his illness ratcheting down a notch and he talks a little to guys in the line up.
It was so beautiful up there. You can see a set coming in from the northwest and predict it at least thirty seconds ahead of time if you know the layout. Blacks bending off the underwater canyon looking like it's coming out of the south when it's a west swell, great walls with bowls, not the best ever but pretty good, The Cove breaking in the distance, white water and spray like smoke in the distance with Boomers going off at 25 feet (I am not kidding-three body surfers tried to head out but the lifeguards at the Cove held them back) and realized this is it.
I have done this (Kneeridden Blacks) longer and with more regularity than anything in my life (Thirty years). Longer than marriage, longer than the kids. Longer than teaching.
Now I am not dying and I am not maudlin. I'll do it again. Right now I need to cycle a lot and get a new tiitanium hip. Big deal. It struck me how cool this sport is and that we take it a bit too seriously or for granted at times.
Northwest swells with Blacks like one long point from the road to the slide, west swells with four or five seperate A frames, north peak the heaviest, New Zealand souths with long groomed lines, so many moods and faces.
Wow. Epipahny. Most of the nutty kneelos I've knows over the years know this better than stand ups, they have so much fricken fun out in the water. Walt and Jeff back in the day acting like total loons, cutting each other off and screaming. Dogman naked the first time I saw him, possibly blazing, gone for 20 years and then back, (the naked part might be a myth you have to check with the Dog-but he did have a cement square at UCSD that said Surf Blacks naked), Rex H. on low tide offshore days, (Now he's climbing Anapurna, that's another story too)Bill L with his slow learner board and that cartoon of him with the biggest schnoz ever, nose hair coming out of his nostrils ( and no Bill your nose it not that big, you're handsome really you are),meeting Jason Foster for the first time without hair recovering from chemo, Yamo and Super Dave came on the scene when I was back in Grad school, starting a family not on top of it in the morning for a few years, (P.H.D's in physics both, brilliant, they charge/charged the biggest Blacks I've seen), Wino (Always Charging) and the B brothers (the most fluid kneebaorders I've ever seen) when they first started, Pat (where did he go?), Bob Gove (way too many stories to even start) and Eric Jensen who inspired me to give up stand up surfing and start kneeriding again in '76, Russell, South Peak Brad, the most positive energy ever (I wish I could be that way-the dark side sometimes takes over), Jon S, before he split to Kaui and became The Bike Doctor, lately Joe and Martin have come down and brought their kids, who else???
Enough already. What a great deal knebaording is. The point is, we should just be grateful. I know I am. Don with his site has done a great thing, thanks for doing it, a whole history on the net.
That's plenty. I'd like to hear other stories. Jack once said I was the most "normal" kneelo he's ever known and that's scary because my students and wife's friends think I'm off my rocker. So we are a breed apart. Give us some gratitude. Let us hear. Peace.
Thanks,
Matt