Say that ten times fast: Steve Czaban Skewers Skiing.
Well he did. As much as I love my K2s and Nordicas, Czabe cracked me up with his hilarious send-up of skiing.
This is what I call “revenge week,” where all my slacker, get-no-exercise, beer and pizza friends get dragged to Sugarbush or Stowe or Stratton or (most people say Heaven forbid, but I kinda like it) Killington by their kids, and then yard sale all over the lift line five times a day. Vermont turns into Disneyland for a week with all the rubes. (To say nothing of my home mountain, Whiteface, a.k.a. Iceface, which is murder under ordinary circumstances with hordes of out-of-control, iPodded snowboarders zipping across the slope like a slingshot. With the tourists there, forget it. Go to Gore instead for a week. Come back next week when all the tourists are gone.)
Meanwhile, as revenge for snow in his skivvies and all the fingerpointing and laughing at him from guys on the lift watching him extricate himself from yet another mogul-induced face plant, Czabe sends up skiing in 1000 words or less. Well done, Mate. Now post video of you yardsale-ing all over the lift line at Mount Snow or something. Cowabunga, Dude!