J’ai trouvé ce message sur un site de snowboard. Ca n’est donc pas de moi mais j’aimerais quand même que vous le lisiez (si vous parlez anglais, ). Personnellement, il m’a carrément remué et ca fait deja un an qu’il est scotché sur le mur de mon bureau, au taf…
Je prefère ne pas le traduire pour ne pas déformer les paroles.
Je n’ai pas le nom de l’auteur, juste son email donc, je ne vous le donne pas
For the love of the Sport
This article has no real reason behind it - I just felt I had to write about something that has impacted my everyday life in so many ways.
It’s been almost two full seasons now, and it just keeps getting better and better. When I first strapped on my board, nearly two years ago, I didn’t know what I was in for. Sliding off the chair lift and trying to hang on to an imaginary hand rail, I didn’t understand that snowboarding, if you enjoy it, latches on to you like a starved leach in a Vietnamese river. It steals your thoughts, even the most important ones, and replaces them with the feeling and the natural high of snowboarding. I eat, sleep and breathe snowboarding. Sometimes I even cough some of it up.
But it has been one of those mind-altering phases that is more beneficial than anything. I’ve made friends - So many of them - some that blow me away with the tricks they do, and others that can’t stand up on a board yet. And although their skill levels vary from the beginner to the advanced, they are all the coolest people I’ve ever met and treat each other with the utmost of respect. I’ve seen different places - From the most beautiful snow covered mountains to the smaller, underdog resorts that serve as excellent practicing grounds. Tahoe, I’m coming for you someday soon. Keep the mountain covered and the casino’s stocked with beer, please.
I wish the people I meet on the mountain all had this attitude, but, it’s a sad fact that many of them think much differently. Every sport and hobby has it’s assholes, and unfortunately, this is no exception. But no matter what happens, these people cannot be allowed to interfere with the love of the sport, the quest for air, the friendships that bond and the humbling experience of becoming a pile of snow, wood and flesh tumbling down the landing of a hit.
I thank the snowboarding community - the ones who ask if you’re alright when you bail, the ones who enthusiastically share their love of the sport while you share the lift with them, the ones who tell you, “Nice try, man”, and most of all, the ones who appreciate, respect, and enjoy it as much as I do. I look forward to at least another 20 seasons, if not more, of doing something that I dream about at night, day dream about at work, and plan for 24 hours a day. See you on da hill, friends.
Pas mal, hein ?.
Rhaaaaa, snowboard is my life, aussi …