So by now I'm sure EVERYONE has heard or seen the madness of last Sunday's barrel-fest. I'm sure everyone has their story about 200+ ins-and-outs. I'm sure everyone had their best wave the their life and told everyone they knew including the mailman. So what about my story? Well, I was stuck in Delaware without a board. So after I received 502 phone calls and 5.64 txt messages, I wiped away the tears, put down the napkins, sucked it up and walked 20ft to the beach to take pictures. My life never sucked so hard until I saw the barrels where no barrels exist... Delaware. WTF!!

sweet fanny pack bud!

no that is not me crying! but i was crying...