Not Queen, not Duke, not Prince, or the artist formerly known as Prince, either.
See, it’s all in the ‘tude. You have to show the world who’s boss. Don’t let those white tail deer be frontin’ your bad self. Give them one of your patented snarls and show them what’s what and who’s who.
Mad skills exhibited by this firefighting helo pilot. Honestly, how do you get that good at that? I mean, you have to start somewhere, sitting in the cockpit asking an instructor, “What does this button do?” How do you survive long enough to get good? You’re only allowed one OOPS, and that’s it.
Maybe this maneuver is no big deal for this dude, and he’s really, really good at flying helicopters. Maybe he could open your beer with the tip of the rotor if you were sunning yourself poolside, but he doesn’t want to show off. Maybe he’s texting and eating a sandwich while he’s filling that bag with water from the pool. Maybe he’s drunk.
Maybe not.
Carlin Isles, the Bobby Orr of Rugby. Head and shoulders just plain more gifted than anyone on the pitch. You don’t have to know anything much about the game to pick him out of the mass of people on the field and say, “Whoah.”
Olympic sprinters try football once in a while, with uneven results. There’s more to it than just speed, and running with a bucket on your head while wearing pajamas, cleats, and a plastic carapace is different than shorts and a wifebeater. But sometimes, speed kills — the other team.
People get good at things.
If you do the same operation over and over, sometimes a simple skill can get close to sublime. The bit about picking up a coin on a forklift tongue is old hat; I’ve done it myself. But putting it in the bottle? Mad skills, dude. Of course, that’s not going to stop him from dropping a crate of flatscreens because he was texting and eating his lunch while working, but when the camera’s on: Dude’s gold!