By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
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But those trips were rare, mainly because we couldn't walk outside our homes and practice a 900 (two and a half rotations) on our snowboards. More to the point: None of us--particularly me--was very good. A few of my friends weren't bad skiers, and by that I mean they were skilled enough to gather moderate speed without falling.
The first time I tried skiing was in sixth grade when my buddies convinced me to go on the school trip to Blue Mountain. Bad idea. When I close my eyes at night, I can still see the fear on the faces of the family of four I plowed over. (I skipped the lesson that day--because, my logic went, how hard could it be?--so, unfortunately for them, I never learned how to stop. Note to potential skiers/snowboarders: Learning how to stop is imperative. )
In college I picked up snowboarding on a road trip to Ithaca College in upstate New York. I wasn't much better at that than I was at skiing, but I loved it, and there weren't any unfortunate incidents involving families, which kept me going back. I always wanted to progress to the point where I could drop into a half-pipe and throw one of those crazy, impossibly acrobatic moves with names like McTwist or Stalefish. I wasn't sure how, exactly, any of it was accomplished, but it sure looked smooth.
Even now, many years and miles removed from snowboarding, I still appreciate watching it on television. Last week, I settled into my chair and watched the X Games on ESPN almost from start to finish. (That was a serious feat for me, considering it's an election year and I'm a politics junkie who spends almost all of his free time watching CNN or C-SPAN.) I also got my balls busted a lot from my boys back home. One phone call went like this:
Friend: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Watching the X Games."
Friend: "[Long, hard laugh] Board or die, dude. Board or die. [Pause] Pussy. [Dial tone]."
I imagine that's the belief held around here. You can do a lot of things in the great state of Texas, but as one local put it in his endearing drawl: "There ain't no snow 'round here...hear?"
That aside, it's hard not to appreciate the athleticism on display at the X Games, not to mention the unintentional comedy. The whole thing is tricked out and geared toward young guys with long shaggy hair and tattoos. Toss in coverage by the try-too-hard-to-be-hip ESPN SportsCenter hosts, and you have a confluence of events that's too good to be true. Really, even if you're not into sports like SnoCross (snowmobile racing gone wild) or Skier X (downhill racing gone wild), you're sure to be entertained by the freaks and their inability to communicate without the word "gnarly" (which, unbeknownst to me, has made a comeback).
The following, then, is a public service, an abbreviated, highlight-heavy rundown of the X Games and the total, like, awe-some-ness you missed.
The Big Crash: For the first time, ESPN went live from the X Games, and there was disaster written all over it.
One of the premiere events is Moto X Best Trick, where a bunch of madmen on motorcycles scream up ramps, fly very high in the air, do a trick and try not to crash. The event started at the summer games many years ago. At the summer games, there are dirt and metal ramps. At the winter games, the ramps are made of ice, and the bikes have steel spikes on them to give them traction. It's very dangerous for them, but all kinds of fun for the viewer. Within minutes of the competition starting, many of the riders were doing backflips off the ice ramps, flying 90 feet upside down on their 250-pound motorcycles and landing. Not smart, but from the comfort of my couch, I was rooting for them to "go big. "
Brian Deegan must have heard me. On his first run, barely 10 minutes into the games, he pulled out something called the "Militia Twist"--a backflip with a 360. Unfortunately for Deegan, it went horribly awry; he was forced to "eject" from 40 feet up. He fell to the ground with a sickening thud. You could hear people in the background screaming "shit" and "holy fuck" because, remember, it was live TV. After learning that Deegan had broken his femur and both wrists, the announcer, who's cut from the same valley boy cloth as the contestants, said: "Yeah, bro, I dunno if trying to pull that on the ice was such a good idea."