Don't Underrotate.

So I was up at Big Mountain this weekend for a big air competition. 6 hour drive from where I live, missing out on 34 new inches at bridger just so I can go jump. I was reluctant to go, but I did, hoping to do well at the competition. I get there and the jump is sick. It's wide and boosts you really high. When I hit it, I was even happier. It launched you about 50-60 feet, and the landing had room for double that easily. Well, shit just wasn't going my way that day. I kept losing sight of my landing or losing concentration or something that made me eat hard shit all through warmups. Comp comes and first round I throw a cork 9, wash out in the bottom and then threw a cork 7. In the second round I decided to step it up and go for the 10, it was easily big enough. So I go off the lip and set way late. I see the landing getting closer and I have barely even gotten the 7 around. I land with my skis completely perpandicular to the steep ass jump hill. I instantly feel my spine compact and I fucking bounce down to the bottom. I could barely move because I was in so much pain, and I had to withdraw from the comp. Go down to the ski patrol shack and am told I most likely have a broken back. So then I get put in the most uncomfortable backboard and neckbrace, and they load me into an ambulance for a nice 40 min ride to the nearest hospital with advanced X ray. After 2 hours of being in a fucking tight ass neck brace, I rip it off, and instantly feel the wrath of the nurse. I got my ass chewed out hardcore, which just made the situation shittier. After getting the X rays back, I find out that my back isn't broken. The doctor is a complete dumbass and really can't come up with a reason as to why I can barely stand. So now here I sit, on a perfectly good sunday, missing out on some good pow and park. It sucks. Moral: Don't underrotate on big jumps.