Let me start off by saying “Wow!”Â Nothing in my 30+ years on this Earth prepared me for this.Â Never in my wildest imagination would I have expected my last 30’s Thursday article to enrage the world of Freeskiing like it did.Â And here’s why:
A.)Â Â Â I never thought they’d see it! (I knew Freeskiers copy snowboarders, but I didn’t think they even read our websites).
B.)Â Â Â I wasn’t aware that Freeskiers had no sense of humor (I actually thought they were probably very funny since they all dress like clowns).
C.)Â Â Â I had no idea they were so emotional! (Mentally they are very prepared for the emo-fashion-phase, which should hit freeskiing in a year or so).
When the message boards flared up like a pack of hemorrhoids in a GS suit, I couldn’t help but read the comments.Â I was AMAZED at how much time people spent writing back (thank you, it’s very flattering as a writer).Â Here were my two main reactions and subsequent realizations:
1.) My first reaction was:Â Why do they even care?
Then I realized that when you look up to and emulate someone — it’s often a traumatic blow to find out the people you admire think you’re a kook.
2.) My second reaction was: No, seriously… why do they care?
Then I realized, “Oh yeah… the truth hurts.”
Think about this logical breakdown of the above realization: Let’s say you have a flawless physique (rock hard abs and a butt you can bounce a quarter on) and somebody calls you fat: you could care less!Â You know you’re not fat, so you dismiss the statement as nonsense.Â No effect.
On the other hand, let’s say you’re a bit chubby (lil’ gut, maybe some muffin tops and a bubbly rear) and somebody calls you fat — you get bummed out, pissed off and really take the comment to heart because you know there’s some truth to it.
I’m thinking this is what happened last week.Â I poked fun at some very self-conscious skiers.
Just when I thought freeskiers were all kooks and that their comments solidified this fact, somebody forwarded me a link to an article on ESPN.com responding to my column.Â The freeskier/freelancer John Symms, realized that I was just messing around and responded with some fun stuff that restored my faith in parts of the freeski community.Â (Thanks John)
So are freeskiers are all kooks?Â I think not!Â Just like anything in life, you’re going to come across a few bad apples that spoil the bunch.Â There are some awesome people out there crossing ‘em up and we snowboarders should realize this.Â No matter what the population, generalizations are a mistake.
Honestly, my day skiing up at Mt. Hood was one of the best days of the summer.Â Our diggers tried to tackle me thinking I was a poacher (I got them good).Â I learned how to stop, turn, jump (spreaders and ski methods mainly), and I even 50-50-50-50’d my first fun box.Â A lot of people seemed to like my speed suit and I spoke with some skiers who were very cordial.
The closest thing I can relate my ski day experience to, is that it was kind of like growing a moustache:
A.)Â Â Â It was really fun, but a bit uncomfortable.
B.)Â Â Â It can get a bit too hairy if you don’t know what your doing.
C.)Â Â Â It was cool for a little while, but you quickly realize that you look nuts and need to stop.