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Longest. Ski Jump. Evar. Now With Translation

Longest. Ski Jump. Evar. Now With Translation

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It’s almost summertime, so of course I’m fascinated with ski jumping. Snow doesn’t really seem to have much to do with ski jumping anymore, so anytime’s a good time to watch pale humans doing their finest Rocket J. Squirrel imitation. I think I saw someone mowing the lawn five feet off to the side of the piste or jump thing or whatever you call it.

Anyway, I of course speak perfect Norwegish. I picked it up by watching curling matches on cable access TV in the Upper Peninsula. It comes in handy when you’re trying to watch ski jumping. I know all BSBFB readers speak all the languages necessary to watch shovel racing, hurling, wife carrying, elephant polo, cheese rolling, canal vaulting, caber tossing, and pie eating. In the off chance that somebody doesn’t know what the announcer is saying in the video, I’ve translated it into Spanish for you:

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Way Before Sochi, We Kicked It Old Skool. 1980s Ski Flying — And Crashing

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.