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So rad. Ex-president Bush pro model segways.
As always, media saturation was high. Lester frontside inverts his way onto TMZ.
Dogtown generations in the house! Bennett, Eric D, and Tuma.
Back-up judges.
IF YOU'RE BORED MAYBE YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT---
Many have suggested at times that the Protec Pool Party has been played, that it has run its course, and a few even questioned the legitimacy of running it yet again. GvR was a dead issue 2 years in but it kept going for some reason. Each year though at the Protec, something fresh gets added to the mix, and you'd be hard pressed to find anybody who was there that isn't hyped on what went down. Last year it was the return of Hosoi, the presence of upstarts Josh Rodriguez and Michael Brookman, Bucky's first victory and so on. This year it was Grosso riding like a bat out of hell landing tricks he hasn't even done in 2 years, Alex Perelson and Nolan Munroe depicting the next level of bowl skating, Cab upsetting Miller, Nash ripping harder than ever, and big Ben Raybourn throwing down some of the most perilous moves and rolling away clean. Hell, we almost had a Masters' 540 party. The newly retrofitted pool also enhanced the level of skating. Of course, the internet will be littered for weeks with people pissing and moaning about everything from the results, to Cab's wardrobe choice, to the royalty-free and quality-free music played behind Shrewgy and Scott Taylor on the webcast, to the simple "I hate that guy and I'll never acknowledge his skills" kind of thing. It's amazing that non-entity types care more about the distribution of prize wealth than the guys who are out there battling for it. It's safe to say that anybody who is that bummed on any aspect of it definitely wasn't there. The penultimate point of the Protec event is simply skateboarding in one of its most intense forms. If that's boring or unsatisfying to some, then I'm not sure any persuasive diatribe I can hurl will help. As far as final results go, it's never going to please everyone, that's simply subjective human nature. It's a contest. We all understand that some of the finest moments in skateboarding take place far from the spotlight and the money. But to have so many of the best skateboarders in the world all going off under one roof? Yeah, it's pretty damned good.
SF / 43 Por Vida!
Our man, Eric Nash terrorizing.
Lance went off!
DP dialed in his front rock and all El Gato could do was sit in the grandstands and watch.
Yellow Cab fan club?...
...Naw, they probably wouldn't get just how good this is.
Hosoi chucked some serious bombs.
PIGEONWOLF VERSUS COBRACOW---
Ngo Fu Ken Wei is master martialing arts school special for in time training animal mix fighting styles. In greatest battle from time and age who can say will win? In house of warriors a peaceful walking is victory. When Pigeonwolf will meet Cobracow in battle fighting styles contrast make path of action. Comparison with head of bird from northern prefecture and snake from south can make only exciting clash. Why not wolf body and bird head can win? Bird always certain making home in toxic city area and feeding on any material can it be found. A master has trained bird head in satisfactory ways of combat plus harmony with the wolf body. Wolf body always in perfect design to hunting and killing even small human baby with no guilty idea. When wolf is locally in area most danger is real. Combine wolf and pigeon pair is making most deadly. On other hand snake head of cobra kill many man each annual year in low land. Speed of cobra head is rare seen until no time can be left. Also can spit venom in eyes of opponent. Cow body can be slow but sleeping on feet for most quick counterattack action. Large bag of fluid on bottom ground side of cow body is extra venom sack. First in history recording tell of epic and long battle between original pigeonwolf and cobracow. Many village are made flat or burning as fight continuing. Scientist team of Xu Shen arrive and quick to escape all destruction. Five years in the battle is completing still going on. New scientist team comes to make of surveying the results of fighting style against other and can find only mystery and confusion. After many year of same battle none can be sure which animal fighting style wins super victory. Not maybe equal opponents but match are sometime quite impossible to judge. Even most respecting scientist is seeming to be wrong for some peoples thinking. Even still is the battle undecided for some who have an idea which can be small and large amounts different. When Bathorse and Troutmonkey engaging in deadly battle also can a scientist not expecting know all outcome. Fish head on monkey body no doubt can be victorious unless bat head is a vampire type style with some same teeth. Same scientist even of honorable space program experience is hard time of deciding. Some time will a most critical scientist not solve each question for a good results. In future time may scientist understand some difference as not connecting to large error of calculation. Fighting style is can be hardest thing for saying who is epic win or losing.
Miller blasting through the corner.
Grosso, possessed.
Even a harsh dose of pink eye couldn't keep Ben Schroeder from hurling up his bad ass egg.
Josh Nelson is in the "better ollie" club.
CB held her own, slide and roll.
Nicky Guerrero. Sad.
BOSTON CALLED, THEY WANT THEIR RETARD BACK---
Ghetto carnivals are pretty much one of the best things going. They obviously aren't for the faint of heart, but who doesn't love an adventure? Careening out of control on a hastily constructed "thrill ride" getting a good dose of whiplash with every flop, spin, or turn. That might be cotton candy, or it just might be fiberglass insulation sprayed down with a healthy solution of sugar water. Who can ever be completely sure? Hot dogs with bonus salmonella cultures, kewpie dolls adorned with lead paint, and those giant stuffed animals filled with the sawdust swept from the ring for the pony rides at the end of each day. It's the great all-american experience. But the most fascinating and wonderful aspect of these carnivals are the nomadic folk who staff them. People who have long since forgotten their dreams of being a top-billed performer under Barnum and Bailey's big top, and now simply fumble through the day-to-day labors of setting up, tearing down and somehow staying a half step ahead of the grim reaper. Often their days are brightened by the simple things. The discovery that the grease used to lubricate the axle of the ferris wheel can get you high if you eat enough of it, or the revelation that the difference between the length of their 2 disproportionate legs seems a little less noticeable as they are getting older. They might even be overjoyed at the fact that the bearded lady gives better blow jobs than her non-hirsute and more attractive counterparts. But a scant few are still living the dream, if only vicariously. Their close proximity to the flashing lights, the acrobatics, and the roar of the crowd, bring them a certain joy that makes it all worthwhile. To the under-informed, these folk might seem as if they serve no real or legitimate purpose. But without them, it's possible that the show might just NOT go on, even when it must. You can find them in nearly every walk of life, the moths attracted by the flame that they can never get close enough to, and try as they might, in the end, most simply laugh at them or ignore them altogether. There is no reason to confront them directly, they probably wouldn't understand anyway. We need them, and we need their passion for the forgotten things, even if they are failing miserably at life.
Crowded house, just before the start of the pro final.
Another installment of Rippey's believe it or don't. Alex Perelson is taking this one to tail and or truck contact during re-entry... INTENTIONALLY.
Pedro Barros winds one up.
Lincoln Ueda. Captionless. Speechless.
How can anyone NOT like Ben Raybourn?
Rune. Large.
Omar's rifle shot madonna.
YEAH, I'M FROM FUCKIN' TEXAS IF I HAVE TO BE---
I used to surf but I quit. The reason for having quit is quite simple. I love surfing, but I hate surfers. Skateboarding is a different thing altogether. I don't think I will ever be able to truly quit unless it just becomes physically impossible. It wouldn't matter if I loved or hated skateboarders, but I do actually like them. There is a unique bond most of us seem to share, with varying levels of familiarity or intensity. Most of us, for lack of a better term, "get it". There is also a great deal of mutual respect amongst the majority of us. This is always reinforced at events like the Protec Pool Party. People from all over the world all converging on this one place on this one day to experience this one thing. Old dudes, young dudes, street dudes, pool dudes, vert dudes, chicks, heroes, also-rans, and nobodies. And nearly every last one of them a card carrying member of the lifer's club. Running into people you haven't seen in 20+ years who still remember you strictly from skateboarding is a pretty cool thing. I mean, I'm not looking to sound all warmhearted and touchy-feely like a merchant-ivory film, but it sort of reinforces the idea that some of the best people in the world are in this thing together. A blood clan of sorts. The norcal invasion over the weekend proved that dudes from up there are still down. One big pseudo-dysfunctional family, what's not to like about that? Texas in the house, thought they wouldn't? Magic rolling board practitioners hungry to keep it going for all time. Yeah, skateboarding is good like that. You can always tell when someone is family, as opposed to those who just try to be close enough to let the cool somehow rub off on them. Those who spend too much time in the tattoo parlour and not enough time in the dentist chair while pretending they are somehow a part of this thing. Those who know, know. Those who don't, never will. And that's the way we like it.
Josh Rodriguez puttin' some style in it.
Giant Nolan Munroe blindside 5.
Bucky corner bone on the way to a 2-peat.
THE BOTTOMLESS LINE---
No reason or need for a blow-by-blow. It's already been blown out everywhere. Everybody is going to have their own opinion about what ruled and what sucked. I compiled a short list of the best of the best from my perspective, maybe you agree and maybe you don't. In no particular order here's the highlight reel:
Everything Ben Raybourn did. Grosso's 28 block boardslide rock. Nolan Munroe's lien 360 through the corner. Pedro Barros' face smack not slowing him down. Perelson's cab disaster. DP's frontside rocks. Miller's increasingly large airs into the round. Omar's lines. Cara-Beth hanging tough with the big boys. Josh Borden's tailslides off of the hip. Josh Rodriguez' high-speed attack. Punk super-group OFF! There's more, but those are the things that have been etched into my mind since Saturday. It was really good again this year. If you agree, you'll want to thank Steve Van Doren and the entire Vans familia, the World Cup heads, and most importantly, all of the skaters. Definitely another one for the history books, if we had such things. Now take a little piece of the energy and get out and do it.
-BLKPRJKT
San Jose's favorite son, The pride of Arcadia, the Australian Sparkler, and the San Diego Stilt. BUCK$ FOR BLOCK$ champs.
Masters top 3. Lance, Miller, Cab.
Pro top 3. Omar, Rune, Bucky.
Ozzie Bluetile and Tony Bluetile. Brothers from other mothers.
Donuts, Danish, and fuggin' Blackhart!!!
Parting shot: This is how we doooooooowoooooooit.
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Wednesday 26th 2010f May 2010 10:00
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