"I’m convinced Jack Robinson feels he can bend things to his will, waves, judges, heats. But this time it wasn’t to be." When the two Australian hangers on, Robson and O’Leary, had finally...

It’s the equivalent of the NBA playing out the lacklustre end of the season but with a half-inflated ball. The swell today was appropriately symbolic of my recent mood. Fading, uncertain, fractured. There were moments...

But how would Griffin Colapinto fare as a ballerina? But of all the most gracious, most beautiful arts there are on the face of this gorgeous earth, where do you place professional competitive...

Meanwhile, Italo Ferreira struggles to stay in world title contention…  Joe Turpel and Mitchell Salazar kicked us off today, each man resplendent in the statutory Hawaiian shirt uniform of the WSL announcer. Turpel, muted...

Dirty business. The World Surf League is many things including beleaguered, inept, absurd, silly but it is, above all, a serial beer polyamorist. The home of professional surfing since 1976 by way of...

Ménage à trois. A steamy, unseemly and entirely unexpected naughtiness broke out, overnight or during cocktail hour (depending on current location), between besieged Australian voyeur website Swellnet and your very own BeachGrit. Days...

"Now that I’m a big time movie star, me and the snake broke up." One month ago, Carlsbad stuntman and former JOB fall-guy, drug mule and North Shore prozzy Sean “Poopies” McInerney joined...