On December 25th, 1997 my high school buddy Jeff and I scored Pensacola Beach as good as it gets. 4 ft surf with feathery easy little barrels working on the outside sandbars. 10 years later Jeff is selling real estate in Nicaragua and I am slinging premium denim in NYC, but every year we try and recreate that xmas of 97. This year Jeff found himself boardless. So we stopped by the local surf shop so he could rent a board. A 6'2" beast of a quad fin fish "it really sucked" is the best they had. Little tubers were breaking on the inside sandbar some were makeable some were not. A pact was made that we would both leave boards at our families house so that we would never find ourselves boardless in Pensacola.
