Before he could even sprout peach fuzz, Bobby Martinez was the next big thing. He brings flavor to a sport that is predominately two scoops of vanilla with a side of water. His Mexican heritage alone makes him stand out. Add to it a handle-bar mustache, full-back tattoos, shaved head, a pack of homies riding with him in his BMW, decked out in Raiders gear, bumping gangsta' rap, and you get a character so unique that if you saw him without knowing who he was, you'd think he'd drowned if he got near the ocean. Not so. Bobby may be the best goofyfoot in the world. His backside attack is as flawless as Rincon, the wave that shaped it. But that doesn't mean he's weak in lefts. The best part is, the guy is real. He is humble and says please and thank you and passes praise to others and lays blame on himself. You almost want to write it off as an act until he balances his nice guy side by calling bullshit on someone or something: the ASP, the surf industry. Whatever. It's an attitude that more pro surfers should adopt: "it's just surfing, and I'm going to do it whether you're here or not."