Respect Authority

The blogodome’s coverage of Thrasher’s Wallenberg contest held last weekend continues to pulsate, but today it’s more akin to the throbbing of a split knee or sprained ankle. To appreciate the level of difficulty inherent in skating the steps to Beezlebub’s throne, one first must witness the falls that provided the broken backs for the eventual victors to land upon. If that’s too Advanced English Composition and Rhetoric for most of you skate rats out there, let’s just put it a bit more simply: people falling is, and will always be, entertaining on some visceral level between masochism and sadism.

But more importantly, you’d need more than a few Monster Energy Drinks simmering in your stomach to send yourself hurtling down the famed Wallenberg four. Although I have to imagine these guys would have had an easier time landing their tricks if Thrasher’s feared helmsmen Jake Phelps wasn’t barking in their face with a megaphone the entire time. I guess it’s all part of the challenge. Then again… it’s probably just more of that sadism thing I was talking about.

Some people wear ball gags and get whipped by their girlfriends. Other people pick up skateboarding. That’s the best part about living in America — we all get to choose our sickness.