Surfing. No one goes because it’s too crowded.
Love the big boards, though. I never got the appeal of the little boards and the herky-jerky style they engender. I like a nice, long, heavy board that knocks some sense into the guys surfing in front of me.
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“Just two years earlier, Johnson had been released from a federal prison after serving eleven months for moonshining. ”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ski like crazy, double flip, land safely, camera on head, blah blah blah, yadda yadda. That’s all very well and good; but who’s building these snow ramps? He’s a genius.
Look at the ramps and slopes and whatnot. They’re perfect, like a wedding cake from Brobdingnag. Sculpted like some sort of Arctic Acropolis. If you gave that guy a Zamboni, he’d probably have a giant swan ice sculpture at center ice for the start of the third period. I say we strap a camera to the snow groomer’s plaid hat — you know, the one with the flaps — and watch him work his magic instead of the hipsters on the skis.
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We can’t help ourselves, really.
We generally make a mess, of course. Make noise. Make trouble. Make problems. Cause complications and anxiety. We darken your doorstep and dirty your dishes and drink your booze and leave the refrigerator door open.
When all else fails, we do something useful.