Eddie Almost Went

Dan Zelikman/Civil Beat

It was one of those sleepless nights where all you could think about was the next morning.

At 3 a.m., I was off to the North Shore, my Jeep packed with digital gear, drinks, snacks, a sleepy girlfriend. Three hours of sleep felt like three minutes. But it didn’t matter – at this point adrenaline had taken over. The biggest surf event in the world was about to go off and I was on my way.

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