Crossing Over

Although Lindsey Jacobellis totally screwed up her chance at Olympic gold in snowboard cross, something positive for her sport has erupted: everyone is talking about it, and everyone seems to love it. Even my grandfather. It looks like great fun assuming you don't fly out of a turn and get carried off on a stretcher. I think it's appeal lies in the inheritant danger of seeing four people snowboarding at once down a course laden with hills, turns, and gaits and hoping that they all crash and tumble down in a mass of snow and brightly colored singlets. It brings out my inner redneck. I've been told there are usually six snowboarders at once, which sounds even better. Hell, put 12 guys out there. It can only raise the entertainment value (translation: chances of serious injury).