Sherm’s Gallery: NYC Vol. 1

 

“Hey, uh, well, first of all I’d like to say, and the ASP’s gonna fine me, is that I don’t want to be a part of this fucking dumb wannabe tennis tour. All these pro surfers wanna be tennis players. They wanna do a halfway cut-off. How the fuck is somebody who’s not even competed against our caliber of surfers ahead of 100 of us on the one-world rating? They never been here. They’ve never fucking made the right to surf against us. But now we’re ranked upon them. Come on now. Bullshit. That’s why I ain’t going to these stupid contests no more. This is my last one ’cause FTW, my sponsor, is here and I’m gonna tell it like it is. It’s my last one. I don’t like tennis. I don’t like the tilt tour. Too many surfers, ‘Oh, I went saw ___ play the other day.” Who gives a fuck? […] I’ve been here before; I love this city. I’ll tell you right now if my sponsors weren’t here I wouldn’t be here for this dumb contest.” —Bobby Martinez, following a heat win this morning