Replying to An amusing story if you are bored

A number of years back my best buddy and I used to be those kids on the mountain that EVERYONE hated. We yelled like crazy from the lift, made fun of everyone and thought we were the best things since snow. One thing we did a lot was throw huge snowballs from the lift. One day we were riding up the lift at our local mountain and had gathered a few snowballs before the lift. We threw the first couple without any success. About halfway up the lift, we were about 60-70 horizontal feet from the lift. My buddy has his last snowball in hand. We see a guy just ripping it GS style at about 35-40 mph coming down the hill. He looks and me and we both know he should be the intended target. So he wings it - and I mean Brett Favre couldn't have thrown it any harder. I never dreamed it would make it that far, especially throwing it from a lift. Well the snowball drills the guy right in the side of the head! He wrecks ridiculously hard core. Skis go flying, poles are like rockets... He finally stops a couple hundred feet downhill. We are cackling, peeing our pants at this amazing feet.

We get to the top of the lift, and there are two ski patrol guys there who tell us we need to wait at the top with them. It turns out the guy we hit and who crashed is the head of Ski Patrol, and isn't happy at all. After waiting about 15 minutes, he arrives up top. He asks the ski patrollers with us "this is them, huh?" They nod. He stands and just looks at us for about 3 minutes. He is an angry, small man of about 5'4", and appears to be in his early to mid 30s. He finally speaks:
"Well gentlemen, I have two options for you. The first is the obvious: I can rip your tickets, make you walk back to your car, write down your names and ask you never to return to our mountain. Or..." At this point, it is 9:45 and our parents aren't coming back until 4:00, not to mention we don't want to be banned and it is a probable 2 mile hike back to the car: all uphill. Continuing he says:
"or you can stand there and allow me to do to you, what you did to me." He can see we are a bit confused so he says "You can stand there while I hit you in the face with a snowball from point blank range."
He conceed. He proceeds to ball up a big fat ice ball and shape it to perfection. I watch as my buddy is absolutely nailed in the face. It was like watching an execution. The man proceeded to give me the same treatment.

Later that day when my mom asked why my buddy had a huge black eye and I had a small cut on my eyebrow that required three stitches, we told her the moguls were rough that day.