As these words are fumblingly typed out, world records are being broken, dreams realized and untold riches springing forth from the International Olympic Committee’s Winter Games in Whistler, Canada, in part thanks to skateboarding’s stylistic stepchild, snowboarding. They also say that the road to Olympic gold is paved in gold, but as illustrated by the pixels above, it’s clear that reaching for those rings is perilous too.
There’s an interesting poll going right now over at Skatedaily.net that currently indicates about 60% of the literate skateboard website reading populace is convinced that for a pursuit whose identity long has been coloured in misfit/outcast tones, it may be better to avoid the Olympic juggernaut altogether. Yet there remain those in the pro-skateboard realm as well as the business side (mostly the business side) for whom the allure of Olympic glory is only too seductive, who look upon an event schedule already crowded up with badminton, archery and fast running and say “me too” in service of country and that catch-all greater good, “bringing skateboarding to more kids.” CCS check-out page meet Visa card, etc.
As entertaining as it is to dream up potential uniforms for the West Coast-weighted U.S. Skate Team*, and imagine the battles raging between inner demons and the certainty of across-the-board urinalysis, it may seem ill-advised to pound this particular square peg into the Olympics’ gold-plated round hole, if for no other reason than it would probably require the shaving-off of whatever edges still remain. The yellow precious metal lured Captain Blackbeard to a watery grave, and even Curly proved that you can’t take it with you. Beyond plunder, what would the big O bring to skateboarding beyond a healthy dose of good-natured nationalism and hours of strained narration? Remember the “harnie”?
*with all due respect to the halfcab/brown cord/white tee ensemble and the DC Euro Supertours