Like the universe, the Maloguas, in the beginning were just
a few Cobbs, hanging around together engaging in different activities. Although
not a surf related post, the essence of cobbing is still part of the fiber of
this particular event. Every July 4th weekend until about 2000, the ex-college
athletes from the Palisades would get together for dunk ball tournament at a
grade school in the Pacific Palisades. Needless to say there were a number of
ballers who played Division 1 volleyball, football, basketball, and water polo
who would turn out. To them the day was just a fun day to guzzle Coors Light
from a cold keg, catch up with friends, and play some casual basketball. No one had ever met Pony before….
This photo is taken before the start of the tournament but
certainly after a long night of raging
at Leon’s who had thought better of joining us and had decided to rehab on his
deck in Manhattan Beach. Although we did
not make it far in the tournament, we did better than we did at the beer pong tournament
in Las Vegas. On sure fire and brimstone
and Pony’s never say die, but come damn close, attitude we did win a number of
games and made it to the quarter finals. After each victory, there was a look
of complete stoke and unbridled exhaustion on Pony’s face. Between each game,
there would be a rabid eye check, a quick guzzle, then a pass out on the black
top or small patch of grass, face down with arms at his side and his right leg
cocked up. Needless, to say we left an impression.
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