Nothing is sillier than naming a state bird or a state tree – unless it is naming a state sport. The legislators of California --bless their hearts -- are currently debating the proper official state sport for the fifth largest economy in the world. The favorite in the polling makes me happy, makes me warm, makes me want to sing harmony. I could say they should nominate all the sports Jackie Robinson played for UCLA – that is to say, all four of them. (Have you ever seen a video of Jackie Robinson sweeping around the end? He was Bo Jackson and Walter Payton and Gale Sayers, wrapped into one. Baseball was his fourth best sport, everybody agreed.) However, California legislators are leaning toward surfing. I heard this on NPR the other night, and they included just a bar or two by the Beach Boys, which made me realize that surfing is exactly right as the state sport. All those land sports are wonderful, but surfing is the sport, the recreation, the life style, that made California the state that makes me wonder why everybody, I mean everybody, didn’t just move there. (To be sure, in the old days, thousands of frozen Americans would begin packing for the Golden State on Jan. 2, after watching the Rose Bowl game on New Year's Day.) Nobody had to go in the water, dig their toes into a surfboard. I have never touched a surfboard, even on land, butI have watched men and women, a different breed, agile and lithe sea creatures, performing acrobatics off the beaches from San Diego to the Bay Area (where they wisely wear wet suits.) Surfing is what you could do -- or watch -- if you reached the western fringe of mainland America. It was waiting out there. I came of age, well, with the election of John F. Kennedy and hopes for the New York Mets, and on the radio there were the Beach Boys, with those high harmonies, singing about the beach and first love and Little Deuce Coupes. On my first business trip to LA in 1962, I went to Chavez Ravine to cover baseball, but I saw cars bearing surfboards, heading west. The Beach Boys were on the car radio. California was being invented or discovered. Later, on mornings before night games in LA or Anaheim, I went body-surfing (with seals) at Laguna Beach, stopped for date shakes on the Pacific Highway, and one time watched a fellow sportswriter frolic in the cold surf off Dana Point. And one night in Chicago in 1966, I went with another colleague to see the classic, very un-Chicago documentary, “The Endless Summer” by Bruce Brown. Surfing was the culture of California, even with all kinds of good and bad and momentous things happening in People’s Park in Berkeley and the Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco and Watts in LA, with Sandy Koufax and Kareem and Magic Johnson and Joe Montana and Landon Donovan and all the rest, playing those ball sports. Surfing was the backdrop for the promised land. (Some people are proposing skateboarding as the state sport; my rebuttal is, no, skateboarding is merely surfing on hard surfaces.) Surfing still echoes on the beaches and strangled freeways and hills and valleys. Brian Wilson, who somehow survived, brought the sound of the Beach Boys and the sport of surfing forward by half a century with his 2008 album, the symphony/poem called “That Lucky Old Sun.” At 25 I turned out the light Cause I couldn’t handle the glare in my tired eyes But now I’m back, drawing shades of kind blue skies. (From “Going Home,” By Brian Wilson and Scott Bennett, from the album, That Lucky Old Sun) . With all due respect to Jackie Robinson, the legislators ought to vote for surfing -- and get on with the business of the fifth largest economy in the world.
Brian Savinw
5/17/2018 09:44:01 pm
Wow. This is so tightly packed with interesting observations that there are infinite possibilities for discussion. Impressive. I’ll try to start. I’ll give the surfing title to Hawaii. They need something to keep spirits up. I will also agree that it’s not baseball. I’m old enough to remember channels 5, 9 and 11 were all 5/18/2018 07:42:42 am
Ah, yes, California. Surfing, Early 1960s. Nice piece, George, to take our minds off the problems of the world, if only for a moment. To Brian Savin's comment, it's wholly appropriate that CA and HI share surfing as a state sport. After all, there are 50 states and just so many sports to go around... And Texas, for sure, can't claim football all for itself, much as it would like to! Cheers, PJK 5/18/2018 03:24:30 pm
Research indicates that Hawaiian royalty used surfing as a spiritual means of calming the waters before putting out to sea.
George Vecsey
5/19/2018 10:45:33 am
Thanks to all for your comments. Beach volleyball is fun to watch. As an Olympic sport, well, let's say the TV producers treat women's VB like NFL cheerleaders. I appreciate the mentions of Hawaii....I meant no disparagement of Hawaitt (never been there) but California and its life style and music was part of the national mood in 60s, even when the mood darkened. I wasn't a Beach Boy fan back in the day...but half a century later, I can be as nostalgic as the next person. GV
bruce
5/22/2018 10:47:10 am
george, Comments are closed.
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