{"database": "surfing", "table": "posts", "rows": [["99247", "2756", "So.... How old is everyone?", 63, "Thor", "Jul 16, 2016", "2016-07-16T03:44:10-0400", "poidog\n wrote: \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n            Here's the funny thing about surfing, for me. Have been obsessed with other sports, wrestling and baseball in particular, to the point where I was able to achieve a certain level of mediocrity (without obsession would've fallen so far short of mediocrity it makes me shudder). Wrestled DIII in college (dog years from II, light years from I; still, won only two more matches than lost, textbook mediocrity, though wouldn't have gone to college otherwise), played baseball until 22, fast-pitch softball (the bomb, once) until 30, slo-pitch until 50. Couldn't get enough of either sport. Now? If I happen to catch an NCAA match while flipping through channels all I can think is, \"What was I thinking?\" and baseball is groundhog day.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSurfing, though. Surfing makes me wake up at one a.m., like it did yesterday, an hour and a half before the alarm, drive three hours to the shore, arriving so early took a nap in the car before paddling out in pre-dawn dimness, which, at first light, revealed itself to be side-shore slop (okay, whatever), though as the tide dropped and the wind switched off-shore it cleaned up considerably, then became glass, through which rolled knee to thigh peaks, lefts or rights, a perfect summer day, time-lapse showing the beach filling up, lifeguards planting flags, umbrellas, kids screaming, friends in the lineup (recognizable, without glasses, by their boards, \"Bill? Bill! How the f*ck you been?\"), sun rising, steaming off scattered clouds until it was a Tensor lamp, staggered off the beach at 12:30, seven-plus hours of bliss, the only words in the thought bubble above my head being those of gratitude and, without sounding maudlin, a foreshadowing of regret when I can't do this anymore.\n        \n\n\nClick to expand...\n\n\n\n\nHave no fear Paul, when you cant make the drive anymore....I will pick you up on my way to Assateague Island!!!! How is the Ashton board treating you!"]], "columns": ["post_id", "thread_id", "thread_title", "post_number", "author_username", "post_date", "post_date_iso", "post_body"], "primary_keys": ["post_id"], "primary_key_values": ["99247"], "units": {}, "query_ms": 0.48015500215115026, "license": "Public Domain"}