Here's my story:
Starting in late September- early october up in january 24th when I flew to Breck for X quals, i skied EVERY FUCKIN DAY. whether it was urban, back country, tables, WHATEVER, i skied everyday. because i crashed the previous year at x quals, i knew that i had to get my consistency up. i was super super focused on styling everything out, and getting all my tricks down to a habit. my friend timboskier and i made the trip to breck taht january with our dads. the first day we were there, we woke up at about 730 and were on the hill by 815, anxiously waiting for the course to open so we could get some practice in. and about 845- 900 the course opened, and we started warming up. it was still icy out and we were the ONLY ones out there except for a couple diggers and some patrol and what not. the course went like this: a couple rails, 55 ft tabel, 65 foot money booter, and like a 50ft-ish step up. on my second run through, after straight airing all the tables my first time around, i went unnatural 360 off the first table, landed WAAAY down the tranny with tons of speed, and not thinking, pointed it to the money booter. not knowing i was going way to fast,i steezed out a 360. after spinning my rotation, i saw the landing go past me, and i was still way up there. i floated another 40ft or so, rotating another 90 degress, and crushed into the icy flats just before the last step up. i started screaming, not because of pain, but because i knew that all the hard work i had put in that season went down the tiolet. that crash has put me out for last season, this season, and possibly every season for the rest of my life.
hows that for a story?
'Dude, we're sick. I mean, he's pretty sick, but his muscles aren't as big as mine, so, ya know...' -CR Johnson