Happy Ending: Eyes Wide Shut

Happy Ending: Eyes Wide ShutWhen the Superbank was living up to its name. Photo: Corey Wyatt

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Of course it does. That’s just a stupid question. But on some level it does have validity — certain things in life go unheard and unseen, and wind up as nothing more than a memory, void of tangible evidence.

Right now on the Gold Coast there are thousands of surfers and spectators hoping for the WSL’s glorious commencement. But the super bank ain’t so super and everyone is looking a bit lost — like they showed up to a party at the wrong address.

But that’s because the party already happened. Unfortunately Mother Nature delivered a bit too early, when the cameras weren’t rolling, the webcast wires weren’t quite unraveled and Strider’s Hawaiian shirt was still neatly tucked away in his wardrobe. It’s nobody’s fault. Timing is a bitch sometimes, and that’s just the way it goes.

It isn’t always so. Sometimes you find yourself at exactly the right place at exactly the the right time and you intuitively forget about every lost opportunity. Here, Paul Stacey basks in fortuitous timing last week on the Gold Coast. You think he gives two shits that nobody is watching?