That’s not to say I can’t appreciate the rigors of the contest circuit–succeeding on that level takes far more than just good surfing–it’s just to say that maybe, just maybe, the WSL’s “best surfer in the world” isn’t actually the best surfer in the world.
With that, he’ll fall into the ranks of surfers like Bobby Martinez and Dane Reynolds: those who continue to drive the viewer’s interest because of nothing more than pure, unadulterated, incredible surfing.
Coffin’s story hinges on his surfing–and to be sure, he surfs on a level far higher than most–but his story isn’t about his surfing.
The same can be said for a good surf flick–the surfing is simply the platform on which a story about traveling is told.
It’s not a story about Conner’s incredible surfing, it’s a story about his journey.
Great surf writing is just good travel writing with an emphasis on surfing.
Coffin’s surfing is a throwback to the days when surfing was a different beast–big, powerful turns on big, powerful waves.
His lack of contest knowledge (the trickery I spoke about above) and a fair amount of rookie year test jitters proved, for a few events at least, to be an almost overwhelming obstacle.
Read more here: The Inertia