My buddy comes up to me and mentions i probably should get out of the way. I try to stand and put a little weight on my right leg but it just collapses (its a weird feeling). As i continue to lay in the fetal position clutching my knee i noticed that it was starting to get a little crowded around me. A few skiers had stopped and were asking if i was alright?, What hurt? Did you here a pop? etc... Im not really paying that much attention, thinking to my self i really wish my leg would stop throbbing. At this point they ask if they can help me move off the run. A couple of guys help me take my skis off and one gives me a shoulder to lean on and i get to my feet.
I at last take the time to look around and notice that it is not a bunch of concerned gapers helping me out but a crew of jibbers. And the guy whose shoulder i was currently leaning on was none other then Tom Wallisch.
We finally make it to the side and out of peoples way. They ask me if i needed ski patrol and a sled to which i responded with a desperate "probably". With that i give them much thanks and there on their way. For a little ski action as tom zips off he does a steezy 360 nose butter on a gondola box to a 270 on right side pretzel 450 out on a down flat down and i even through the pain i cant help but think "damn that kid is good."
Eventually ski patrol comes and i get my first toboggan ride ( which is pretty fun) down the mountain to the clinic. Where after waiting forever are informed what i had feared, that the ACL in my right leg was completely torn. Fuck.
So in the end i just want to give a shout out to Tom and crew. Thanks for all the help + karma and much love!. As i lay in my bed lortabed out and completely stoned im looking forward to the next ignat as shit edit, because at this point i am going to be getting hyphy off the mountain and living the ski life vicariously through Newschoolers.
Peace all and thanks again
Side Note:
After everybody left and i was waiting for the ski patrol a snowboarder came by and sprayed me!
I got in what i thought was a pretty good "Go fuck yourself" as he rode by. He actually stops further down and starts talking shit asking it i want to fight! keep in mind im off to the side skis off, laying in the fetal position. I yell another fuck you and ignore him, eventually he rides off. But seriously fuck snowboarders.
Sorry if all this is way too long but like i said i now have alot of time on my hands.
