Freddy P had a rough go of things yesterday. So did everyone else competing, but Freddy showed his discontent in pretty amazing fashion.
After an entire heat of no waves, Freddy had wracked up a grand total of .5. With around a minute remaining, he wind-milled his way onto yet another junky little wave and proceeded straight into shore, found a nice little rock to express his hatred of the heat he was just in, and smashed the living shit out of his surfboard on it. It was great.