I. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA @ that commentator with the least appropriate level of excitement in his voice relative to the circumstances. Dude gave the kind of sigh/gasp a white racist grandmother might produce when seeing her granddaughter show up at the family reunion with a giant, dark negro named Kenyatta, then said "you can see a little splash" in a voice softer than Snuggles the bear. No, my g, you can't see "a little spalsh;" you see a fukkin shark about to eat one of the top performers in your motherfukkin sport.
II. My high school point guard moved out to California for college and eventually became a decent surfer. As a nikka who still cannot swim (I'm embarrassed to be a stereotype in that regard) I thought he was absolutely fukking insane to be out there surfing with sharks. But the way he explained it to me made logical sense. You're much more likely to be killed in your car on the way to surf than to be attacked by a shark while surfing. It makes big news when it happens because it's a rare occurrence. And it usually happens because the sharks get fooled by the board into thinking the surfer is actually a seal or some shyt. Given the millions upon millions of people who hit up beaches and get in the water, the likelihood of a shark attack in really miniscule.
III. All that being said, I've been socialized to stay the fukk away from deep water, and especially water that might have sharks in it. fukk all that.
IV. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA @ a top ranked surfer getting p*ssy for punching a shark and living to tell. He's already getting so much p*ssy that he has to turn it away daily.