Bruised Behinds and All That Jazz
March 2nd, 2008Last Wednesday, William and I decided to go to the Utah Jazz game, not because the Jazz are sweet but because they were playing the Pistons; and they are sweet. We arrived at Energy Solutions in typical Detroiter fashion, buzzed and at half-time. Upon entering we found out that Detroit was dominating and up by about 13 with a minute or so to go until the half, so we decided to do what all other smart kids who have been through college do; buy beers before the rush at half-time. We eventually ended up going to our seats, which were in a corner area on the upper level, they weren’t horrible but not fantastic either. As the game continued on we slowly watched Detroit unravel. They basically decided to stop making shots and give up as the Utah Jazz ended up coming back and winning. It sucked to see the Stones lose the one time I got to see them in Utah thus far but they really didn’t deserve to win.
On Friday, the Billster and I went night skiing/snowboarding at Brighton. Brighton isn’t too bad, the runs aren’t as long as they are at the Canyons but Brighton does have a freestyle ski park and 2 half-pipes which of course we decided we would go in, more on this later. We started by going up the lift for the skate park, we were determined to hit some jumps and grind off some pipes. This place has some great ramps, real big ramps, the problem however is that the snow was incredibly compacted and icy. Not really what I want to see when I’m flying down a mountain at 20 mph plus. I decided to play it safe and avoid big jumps as I was uninterested in inflicting that sort of pain upon my backside. Anyway, after a few runs and a few swigs of Jim Beam Black Label from my flask that Billy brought (to warm us up, obviously) I felt I was ready to go into the half-pipe. Let me be the first to tell you, that going back and forth in the pipe is WAY harder than I ever imagined. I mean really, its not easy. Billy did manage to get enough speed to get up and do a 360 (from what he tells me, as I didn’t witness this event), but I really didn’t put too much effort into the whole thing. I ended up making it through the whole night without falling and messing up my wrist more than it is, until I decided to walk back to my car that is. Brighton lifts are at the top of a hill which goes down to the parking lot, so of course this hill is traveled heavily. All this foot traffic causes the snow to mirror the texture of the snow on the mountain, compacted and icy. I make it just about to the bottom of the hill and in one wrong step, BAM, it happend. My feet flew out from under me, my body was flung into the air like a childs rag doll and I landed on my ass harder than ever. So hard that people came rushing to me. Seriously. I definitely couldn’t move for a good minute, the pain was ridiculous. Leave it to me to make it through a night of snowboarding, correction, snowboarding and taking shots of Jim Beam without falling but slipping on some stupid ice as I’m walking to the parking lot to leave. I think my butt is bruised on the inside, like a deep tissue bruise and lest us not forget about my tail bone, which seems to have caught a large portion of the fall. I won’t be moving well for a few days from this one.