Clevelanders and its leaders in particular have too much of a tendency to sit on the beach watching the waves rather than catching the waves.
The thought conversations seem to go:
“Wow! Look at that wave. Well, we weren’t ready yet.
No, that one is not big enough.
Oooh! Look how that surfer is working that board. We can do that.
I wonder if our board is waxed enough.
We stayed up all night planning all the moves and I practiced them in the mirror. We might try them sometime.
That shop owner I talked with sold me a new board and said with it I can do all the new stuff.
I bet I look good in this suit. Red is my color.
Oh, there’s a good wave. Aw, somebody else is already on it.
Are there any cameras on me. They need to shoot from my right.
I wonder if the water is too cold. Am I wearing the right wet suit?
I wonder if I should ask the beach patrol if it’s okay to ride the waves here.
There’s a good wave, but I have sand in my suit.
We have the best boards, the best wet suits, and we know we are the best surfers. We just don’t have all our friends with us.
I really don’t want to look bad surfing.
Oooh! There’s another good wave. Ooops, too late.
Get in the water already!