A screwball can also be an expression meaning an eccentric or "crazy" person. Surfings in the 1960's adopted a goofy and comedic screwball attitude. Antics and clowning were an important part of their surfing lifestyle. Without counsciour choice this is the era that we have adopted and feel at home in. We have brought it back in our own way.
Others who share a similar attitude are: http://www.turkeyusa.com/
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Yule Log
Yule Log I
The call to log was answered by Pony and Chad within minutes of being summoned. Meet in North Count San Diego with your log, pray for surf and clean conditions, then start eyechecking, working out, mowing and logging
The lodging was to be at the Villa Mar...if they had a cot. They seem to have a cot...if you know whom to ask.
I picked LePon up at 6:30am for the 2 hour drive. After a feverish eyecheck fuled by strength, stoke, and caffeine, LePon and I first entered the water at 8:45am at Moonlight Beach, the waves were clean and log friendly, but not enough juice. It was overcast and the South wind was threatening. We made the decision to head down to Cardiff Reef before Chad paddled out. We met in the parking lot, and loaded into the Volvo (2 grown men in wet wetsuits zipped up, 1 screwball, dry, also zipped up). After a hotbox workout, we emerged at Cardiff to fine shoulder to headhigh sets, and a super glass off.
A general log alert was issued for North San Diego County, however this was unfortunately answered by multiple loggers, one of which was demented and may have escaped his nursing home with his log.
Lunch, with the Surfrider ED followed. Obviously, great to meet/see Jim for everyone.
The surf was solid, and the hang equally so. We visited the Patagonia shop, with a premagnification and an ample work out in the parking lot. After eyechecking and cobbing in the store we departed, leaving one stretch shaking his head in confusion muttering to himself, "who the hell were those screwballs!"
The details from here get fuzzy. There were a gang of yucks, lots of strength, magnification, cold beers, promenading around town, 2 rounds at The Meritage followed by a romantic dinner for 3 at Trulli. When it was all said in done, we stumbled out of dinner, weaved our way around town, until Pony passed out standing up outside room 6. The strenght coach thought one more set was in order just to solidify the iron lung.
No surf on Saturday as the wind was howling and it was generally shizer. A brief 2 hour eyecheck took place over coffee from 6:15am to 8:15am at which point the first anual Homeboy Holiday Party concluded.
Topics covered
Neocons vs Realists
Angry loggers
Screwball
The future boat trip 2009
The next generation of Cobbs.
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