Thrasher Magazine

Sir?

Is it that way?

Anyone?

Oh Dark Lord, where are these Games of X??!!

Finally, a friendly face.


Ok, here we go.

Into the belly of the Beast.

Trying to find the actual skateboarding I ran into masterlensman, Mike Blabac, just outside Radio Checkout and the Podium Club.

And then finally .... Behold!!!

After much shucking and jiving, further weaseling into the shaded fancy area. Legends, everywhere.

Wait for it ...

Dang!

The Steadicam operator was almost more impressive than the skating.

Jaws, kicky melon into the abyss.

Ga-gaghhh!

Wait? There's a shirt for it?!!

Huggin' it out in the finals.

P-Rod got the biggest hug. Nice job, Paul.

Someday even this outfit will appear foolish.

Later, backstage with the Real Street contingency.

Baby and Sal carboloading between takes.

Jaws' sitting style provides valuable insight into his ability to take those gigantic drops, right?

'What?!'

Talkin' it out.

The producer.

And we're live.

My media competition answers the tough questions. Worthy fuckin' adversaries.

The top three.

Sinclair: 'Hey Mike. You wanna give Nyjah his first-place medal?'

Me: 'Like, put a necklace around his neck on TV?'

Sinclair: 'Yeah.'

Me: 'I don't see as I have a choice!!!'

'Garble, garble, uhh ... and uhmm, garble.'

The press had a field day.

But seriously, nice work, kid. You too, Jaws and Bingaman.

Back to the hassles of everyday life. Hey pigs! Larping is not a crime!

Can't tell if this is a costume or not.

Yep, it's funny where skateboarding takes you sometimes.

But you'll always end up back on the streets! Right, Steven?