It was 20 years ago, also, 5 hours ago.
We suck at skiing now. And it blows.
We have real jobs now and can't ski all the time, we have to support the family and it sucks, we have bills to pay and, while that is a self-inflicted wound, it still sucks.
|Im Moist baby, hit me.|
Lets take a trip down memory lane, and this doesn't apply to the 1% of people that can make money from skiing and not have to worry, but the rest of us. The ones that, at one point in our lives, were able to ski for fun, and now...
When we were younger and middle age was some bullshit that other people went through, skiing was simply the means to an end, we skied, we competed, we had fun and that was all there was to it. There was no end result that we aimed for.
Close your eyes and remember.
You know you do.
Waking up early in the morning, you met your friends for an early morning set. The water was always calm, it wasn't always warm, but, water was calm.
You could see some people driving to work, probably looking at the lake as they drove by and being jealous of you.
But, you had something to prove.
You shook off the rust from the night before, strapped on your gear, and got ready.
Off the dock you go, looking back over your shoulder at the jump. Thinking about what you had to work on, distance? well, that was part of it, but, you know you needed to move your jump set down a little, would it freak you out? Maybe!
But this is why you are here. Get it.
Hit that mother fucker, don't be scared. Lets do this.
Boat turns around, you ski past the bar thats right there on your left as you go by...first jump, lets take it kinda easy, you ease out on a nice 3/4 cut...
Timing, timing, timing,
You start to go towards the ramp, SHIT WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE, GO GO GO.
You idiot, you know this, you are always early.
Shit shit shit, water is cold....sink sink sink sink.
Shit, ok, first one is out of the way.
Your buddy behind the wheel as they get back to you, "what the fuck pussy?"
"yeah, we know shut up"
Boat picks you up, you restart the process, easy dude. You were early, you can do it, nice and easy, edge into the ramp with acceleration, be aggressive but calm. Come on, you can do this.
|This is us leaving your moms bedroom|
Pass the bar, here is the buoy, lets go, nice and easy...
Cut out, easy 3/4 again, lets get our legs under us, calm, calm, deep breath.
Cut, cut, cut harder, ok GET IT NOW,
Clack, Thwick, Fly!
Look behind you. Gauge your distance.
You bitch, ohhh, now we are pissed. That was bullshit, you know you can push that down, you were early again, that was horse shit.
Calm your self right now, don't be do aggressive, you got this. DEEP BREATH. Rope between your legs...calm.
You got this shit son. You think your friends are going to let you forget this...cmon, get real, crush that ramp, its yours, you got it.
Ok, boat is turning now, clear your mind, get your mind right, let kill this one.
Pass the bar, coasting in the left curl of the boat wake...
buoy goes buy, hard on left ski out to the right of the boat, accelerate.......swing wide....decelerate, sink, progressive cut, hands down, hard on the right ski....
There it is, that felt good.
Take me back, that was is, that felt good. Thats something to work on. Ok, get this wetsuit off, my turn to drive. We got 45 minutes then got to be at work, SHIT that felt good. Going to kill that fucker tomorrow.
Back to reality.
Here we are now, with that life in the rear view mirror and how much does that suck!!
You aren't working summer jobs anymore, your at your house being miserable watching the last episode of the fucking blindspot and worrying about your next work day and that your boss isn't going to be mad about your last prospective client report.
The feeling of a free mind and simply getting your buddies together to ski, and then go to work, which you didn't give a shit about, because you always had the boat and your skis as your back up plan.
You were going to be Sammy Duvall, or Carl Roberge, and now you are just trying not to be fucking James Sampson the ass kissing piece of shit from the west side office location.
This is bullshit, but it is the reality.
Every one has this problem in their life, any organized sport, hell, any thing at all always ultimately is a bullshit hassle at the end of the day. No one who played football has a happy ending unless you are the best of all time, and even then, your best days are behind you at, AT BEST, 40 years old.
|40? Shit, I am 18 and have a retirement plant and 4 kids. Ill be dead in 8 years.|
But, you won't be.
A number of years ago we skied at Travers Ski School and the dang coaches at the time, the people who just drove our janky ass's around were the upper 5% of all skiers.
Oh, hey! Thanks for helping me get to 100 foot jump buddy, now I am going to drink a beer and watch you crank a 210 footer out there and never hear your name again ever.
Shit it brutal, there are only so many Nate Smiffs, Reginas, Dodds, Freddys, Martins, etc, that are good enough to make dent...
But, here is the truth, while its fun to watch them, they have no bearing on us at all...because, we can/would never be them. They are the freaks, they are the NFL players, of the waterski world. We have no chance of ever being in the same discussion with them, so we ignore it.
We have our local tournament to worry about, we heard that this person was able to score ramp time from a local college team and they are in the 120's and Damnit! We want that trophy!!
Thats the pull of skiing. The pull of competitive skiing, we aren't aiming for the super bowl, we are aiming for our little slice of the pie, and its fine that any number of people could actually walk in and slice us up.
But in our little moment we are gods, god damnit.
And then we actually ski, and we suck. Because life is a never ending bastard and we aren't good anymore.
But, shit, we want to be. And that simple thing will drive us until we are dead. We are going to try and be better then you, and better then we were yesterday.