Way Before Sochi, We Kicked It Old Skool. 1980s Ski Flying — And Crashing
Ah, the eighties. It’s worth it just to see the high-tech animation of how ski flying works at around five and a half minutes. Cutting edge, that. Of course, it’s always fun to hear the dulcet tones of old pink eyes Costas, who I always picture in my mind’s eye sitting on a stack of telephone books. Hey kids, ask your parents what telephone books are. I mean, what they were. They had telephone books in the eighties. The yellow ones were filled with numbers that had something to do with a functioning economy, as I recall. We had one of those in the eighties too. Ask your parents about that while you’re at it. They’re right upstairs, on the first floor of the house.
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Sad when you want the eighties back!
They have no clue what is happening but the flags at the top of the hill are blowing stiff as a board as if the wind is about 40mph. “So, Jeff, what’s happening?”, “Mmmm…yeah, this is a tough one, Al, I just can’t figure it out”.
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