Words by the man himself.
"At age 12, Iíd just gotten braces, started listening to Eminem, and was blowing minds at elementary school with my fashion gameÖ bleached, spiked, hair, pukka shell necklace, Hawaiian shirt, and cargo shorts. Y2K was a good year for me. Most importantly though, this was the year I watched MSPís Ski Movie for the first time and decided what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
I was going be a ďpro skierĒ. Just like the guys in the movie. So, obviously, the first thing I did the following day after watching that movie was build a jump to get started on becoming the next Tanner Hall. After I put the finishing touches on the two-foot tall mega-booter, it was game-time. Fast-forward an hour later, and Iím laid out on a stretcher with my front teeth smashed out, bleeding profusely, and heading to the hospital. At that moment, laying down on the stretcher, choking on a nice, warm mouthful of blood, I wondered if maybe I should let T-Hall off the hook and stick with something I was good at. Fortunately, I wasnít good at much back then. So the next weekend my dad and I agreed that I would sign up for the Silver Star Freestyle Club and stick to the plan. That turned out to be the best decision of my life.
The fifteen years following that decision have been filled with the highest highs and lowest lows I ever could have imagined. There have been plenty more mouthfuls of blood, stretcher rides, and trips to the hospital. Seven years after watching that ski movie, I got to share my first podium with T-Hall himself at the Dew Tour, and that was just the beginning. Many dreams came true for that naive little kid from Vernon.
Skiing has been good to me. The more Iíve put into it the more it has given back. It has given me friends who became family, and a community that has shown me nothing but love and respect, even when I felt I let everyone down countless times over the years. There have been good times and bad times. Setbacks and comebacks. High hopes and heartbreaks. There have been a lot of things along the way, but there has never been a plan B. I knew what I was signing up for since my first trip to the hospital. It was ďdo or dieĒ since day one. That type of mindset has taken me to some incredible places, but it has also taken its toll. I say this with absolutely no regrets. The physical beatings Iíve taken over the years have been well worth the trade-offs. Iíve been fortunate that most of my body has lasted this long.
But the hits to the head have caught up to me. Iíve probably had between 10-15 concussions. The first few were a lot different than the last few, and with each consecutive hit to the head over the years, it has taken me longer and longer to recover from even the slightest of impacts. My last concussion was over a year ago from hitting a rope swing into a lake. All it took was my head slapping the water to put me out of commission for a year. The fact that this recovery is taking as long as it hasóand Iím still not 100%óhas lead me to make one of the toughest decisions Iíll ever make.
Itís time to hang it up.
Iíve finally come to terms with retiring, but Iím not going to lie to you: Iím going to miss this shit. Iíve broken into tears a few times while writing this, but not the type of tears I would have expected. Looking back and reflecting on everything thatís happened, I realized that Iím the luckiest damn guy in the world. That 12-year-old kid on the stretcher 15 years ago got to live his dream because he was in the right place at the right time, surrounded by the right people. Emphasis on ďthe right people.Ē
This life has literally been a dream come true for me. From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank everyone whoís had my back along the way, whether that meant cheering me on from the bottom of the halfpipe, or from the other side of a TV screen. I felt the love, and you guys really brought the best out of me. Thank you.