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I wish I could live at x games

February 1, 2011 Leave a comment

I don’t really care which one, either Summer or Winter will suffice. This being my first Winter X, I am emphatuated, but Summer has my heart because the weather is more my speed and I love me some Pacific Ocean time. I could give up the LA portion of it for Aspen anytime because I feel LA tries too hard for the most part. I know that offends the LA crowd, but I cannot help but feel the city is just trying to be NYC with a palm tree/gangsta twist.

Dont get me wrong, I always have a blast, but its only because the X Games is there. Oh and my friends Sean and Red Brother. Those guys make it a good time no matter what city we are in. LA though is lost on me. Back to X Games. If I could live there, I may eventually have to have heart valves replaced from the adrenaline that courses through my vascular. Since living at the X Games is impossible, I just need to run the adrenaline circuit and follow around Red Bulls X Fighters, the ASP tour, and Rally America. Maybe that is the way to go.

These types of opportunities are too far a part and I need to get more of my adrenaline fill more often. Hopefully this can happen as I continue on the path to working with Adaptive Action Sports. They have provided so many opportunities to action junkies that are permanently disabled and to me. I cant wait to see where all this goes. AAS is going to be a game changer for our injured/wounded veterans and I am ecstatic that I get to be included in the building of it.

Ill miss you X Games. See you in late July, early August. Soon after landing in LAX, I will be on my way to one of my favorite places in the entire world. A place at the end of LAX’s main flight path where I can watch the planes come. A place that rhymes with Sin N Doubt. Check out my other love affair here, Ode to In-N-Out.

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jet lagged


here is what 429a looks like and I dont really dig it right now unless Im doing backflips in a hotel lobby with friends. This is not the case.

I took off from LAX at 745p last night and made it into a 100 degree Las Vegas at 900p. With 2.5 hours to kill in the airport for my layover I decided is was best to skate. I wish that I had video on my iPhone, i need to upgrade soon to capture the last 4 months of my 20s, because I was killing a section of the world that most likely had never been skated before. Pristine tile floors just begging to be skated and I obliged. I was in terminal D of Vegas’ McCarren Airport and there really werent that many people to be seen. A couple hundred here and there, but all on their way out and into Sin City to search for strippers and co-caine. Or just to vacation.

Wish I had one day here to make this phrase count

I skated all three sections of terminal D and didnt even catch a second look from security as I flew by. I mean this is an absolutely surreal scene to be ducking and weaving through recent flyers and degenerate gamblers without getting yelled at. I had some kids clapping as I screamed through, turned around and offered them a chance to ride, but moms put the kabash on that with a quickness, so I skated on. I skated until my nose lead me to a cinnabon, something that I havent had in probably years. Technically I was still on vacay at that time, so why not enjoy the ooey gooey drizzly cinnamony goodness of 200,000,076 calories. It was better than I remembered. I shouldve grabbed a second one for the road. Read more…

Last night in LA


Im finally getting around to this now, but I figured I needed to finish out the trip to LA.

I woke up in Brandon’s room (AAS wakeboarder athlete) and had to check out by 11am. From there I was in limbo for the next 6 hours. I spent those 6 hours without a car and stuck in the hotel lobby Starbucks doing homework and facilitating skateboards for Marc Jacobs. I almost went crazy under the tunes of Starbucks. Their “ecclecitc” mix of jazz, pop, jazz-pop, and everything in between pushed me closer to the edge than I have been in a long time. The fact that suicide crossed my mind as my ears bled is a testament to the horrendous sounds selection available in your local Starbucks. (mom, I didnt mean that last statement, it was for emphasis) The only reason for my being in Starbucks that long was to access the internet. I may never go into a StarF*ck again, besides to use their internet.

My friend Knockers, picked me up from my StarF*ck$ hell and flew me heaven on earth, In N Out at LAX (check out my poem derived from a previous trip to In N Out LAX). This place is literally one of my favorite spots on the planet. You may be thinking that I have horrible taste in favorite planet spots, but before you judge hear me out. One of the most memorable things about my military experience was the fact that I could watch planes take off and land all day. I loved this so much as a kid building model airplanes (“building model airplanes he says. Meanwhile there’s change missing off the dresser and your daughter’s knocked up, I’ve seen it a million times…Tommy Boy reference.) and hanging them from my ceiling. My favorite was the SR-71 Blackbird. I think that any kid airplane fanatic during my generation loved this plane. Read more…

x games: day 2, 0931


Nate Adams and Twitch

Ive got two other posts to put out about my trip here, but the internet in the room is $11 a day. Call me cheap but that’s almost $100 for internet a week. Ill make sure to get it out later today, when I have to get into some homework (sh!t). Who does homework at X games, not the athletes or too many other people because they have jobs. Nope, its this guy.

Last night was pretty laid back after a hectic day of inprocessing the Adaptive athletes. We just grabbed a quick bite from the athlete lounge then headed back towards the hotel. Koeppe, J-Bird, Daniel, and I rolled to the gas station for some brewhas and then back to the hotel for the night. It was a good way to get geared up for the rest of the week. Just hanging in the hotel rooms with a Sparxx (the world’s greatest energy drink), some Bud heavies, and Tecates. It was good to reconnect with the AAS crew and to see how things are changing for the organization.

Amy showed us all the swag and other free stuff that she

Robbie Maddison

was able to get from Element and Vans, and was so excited about her latest shopping spree. A girl’s dream right, to be able to walk into a store and to pick anything she wants for her 10 friends. Pretty sick way to roll. Read more…

Phx to LAX (27July2010)


Amare Stoudamire of the NY Knicks

Got into the airport in Phoenix and feeling like I should be taking a flight into Tucson or at least meeting up with my crew from AZ. That’s not the case this time and I can handle it, though it sucks to be so close yet so far away.

Ill be able to handle because 1) The devil has seen it fit to let me be after the torture of the previous flight, 2) Im flying to LAX for the X GAMES!!, and 3) one of my favorite basketball players is on my flight, Amare Stoudarmire. Formally of the Phoenix Suns and now with the New York Knikerbockers, I am so stoked to see this dude in action especially if NY gets Carmelo and Chris Paul in the next two years. Big three in Miami, yes, but this could be the new Lakers v Celtics rivalry of old. I hope this actually goes down because this would be the most exciting basketball since the Bird, Johnson, Jordan era. Read more…

ode to IN N OUT

March 16, 2010 7 comments

A couple weeks ago In-N-Out burger came up in conversation so I figured I would share my thoughts on this delectable burger joint.

In-N-Out is a burger like no other in the world. Many Americans have not experienced In-N-Out bc it is a family owned operation that runs only in a couple states like NV, CA, and AZ. The most famous and heavily trafficked In-N-Out is at LAX and for good reason. I think that this destination is my favorite for two reason; 1) being a prior aircrew member, I love to watch and hear the airplanes coming in for a landing, and 2) this location lets me know that I am back in LA for the Summer X Games! (history & a poem)

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