Consider this the XXL Award du jour. Shaun Walsh, Billy Kemper, perfect Peahi. Who got the better barrel? Shaun paddles in good and steep, takes a straight line then hooks under a heaving lip. He disappears in the belly of the beast for a moment before emancipating himself with the spit. Billy draws a similar line, but his wave pitches with a demented amount of girth — and it spits so far as Honolulu. Two bulls were tamed, but there can only be one king of the rodeo. You’re the judge.