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Now you may comment. And yes, I know the segments are all from the same movie, dont you be testin'.
When I was watching the Tahoe stop of the Dew Tour today, it really struck me. Skiing has lost its rebel attitude. Its not just exemplified by the music to each segment or whatever skiers blast in their headphones nowadays. It almost feels like that being a freestyler is almost 'normal'. And theres a distinct difference, at least I think, between the pro's of the past and the pro's of today.
The best metaphor I can muster is this. Take the jumps in the movie. Pit them against the top riders of today. Everyone would be all over Wallisch for stomping a flat 5 off the house to house gap, or on PK for double cork 1260'ing the hood jump in Jon's segment. But I think the riders in the segments I posted have something that many might lack nowadays.
It comes down to Balls. Daring. For me, a backflip off a huge spine with a mute (ala JF) is somehow more poetic than any japan to mute switch 900. Theres something inherently pretty and awesome about just a simple move, done well, tweaked out as far as can be. I dont believe that freesking ever should have gotten so clean and refined as we see in contests today - by definition, we should be the loudest counterrevolutionaries in a kick ass, take no prisoners sport. Somewhere along the way, we lost that. We lost the 'punk'-ish elements in favor for acceptance, trends and idolism.
True freesking doesnt do it for the style. Or the money. Or the fame. Or the chicks, though we will take whatever we can get.
We do it for fun. Fun may be dirty, have ugly landings, sketchy inruns and imperfect in every way. But it takes all those elements combined and have someone tough enough to overcome it all that rings true to the heart of this pseudo-sport. I really hope that there are still people out there, unconcerned and unmaterialistic enough to enjoy the simple pleasure of landing a sketch as shit backflip into trees off that 30 footer Rex first scouted last year.