Tragedy has struck Team Shredder. I busted my fin box on my favorite surfboard, The Green Rocket.
I have no one to blame but myself.
I knew better. The tide was very low, and dropping still, yet I took that wave too far in anyway. Over the sand would have been fine, high tide would have been better, but this was in an area covered in rocks. Rocks that are close to the surface at low tide. Rocks that I know all about since this was at my home break.
At least I didn't do what Jay did, which was to jump off his board, land on a rock, and break his foot, all the while knowing better. It's a comfort somehow, which may or may not be disgusting to admit.