Replying to Never been so down from a day of skiing

Well today was my first day of skiing this season, and first day of riding twins. Naturally they were brand new (THall's for those who care). Anyways, the first few runs were good, I got to practice riding switch while my friend got used to riding her snowboard again. By the time this was over, the hill had started to get busy, and on the next ride up, we got some fucking tourist snowboarder with us, and when we got to the top of the chair, she just wiped out and managed to get her edge all the way across both of my skis, leaving a nice gash across them. A couple hours later, after I felt enough confidence to try and hit the park, I got to it, looked in, and saw a bunch of boarders, no skiers, and about 10 snowbladers. I nearly threw up out of rage that snowbladers outnumbered skiers. I then decided that I would just ski runs and find a less homosexual park. Later, while waiting in the line at a lift, I felt something whack the back of my skis. I kinda turned around to see what it was, and it was some little shit, who, once I turned back around, decided to kick my ski about 3 times before I turned around, about ready to kill the little bastard, only to see his parents right beside him. I sorta muttered something along the lines of "Fuck'er again and I'll kill you." When I got to my car to head home, I noticed that a little bit on my tail looked gouged like on my tip, but when I looked at it closer, I noticed that the stupid fucking joey had completely chipped part of my topsheet off. About the only good thing about today was knowing that tomorrow I'm driving up to the mountains to ski some real hills.