CARISSA MOORE, AND SEVEN OTHER VERSIONS OF “THE BEST”

Hand me a gold-brocade jacket and baton, and I will lead the parade in honor of Carissa Moore. She is my female surfing ideal. On three or four different levels. Nick Lowe wrote a song lyric about “filling rooms with the sweet smell of success,” and Moore does that. (I don’t know this with total certainty, having never been in a room with her, but I'll bet my pension that anything and everything wafting off Carissa—her spirit, her essence, her athleticism, pheromones, chi—is of the sweetest q...