Grant Hill and Laettner? Upriver.

First of all, reader smorales noted that I omitted the Gino/Keenan/Pupecki house from the skate house post–a critical oversight on my part. However, I just remembered that I wrote about it a couple years ago. In any event, it still warrants mentioning that said house still holds sway over the collective imagination as the archetypal skate house of the GABR.*

IN OTHER NEWS, two things have sustained me for the past two weeks: The ESPN 30 for 30 Fab Five documentary and what shall heretofore be known as “The Run.” The documentary film provided me with the most potent dose of early Nineties nostalgia I have received in quite some time. Specifically, the manner in which Jalen Rose and them vividly recalled their hatred for Duke, and the resultant hubbub in the sports journalism internets, reminded me of the whole upriver/downriver fiasco.

Still can’t believe they listened to CMW pre-game…

I suppose I could construct some kind of analogy comparing Ray & Chris & Jalen & Jimmy & Juwan to that other “super-team” that came together in 1991. However, the two phenomena, while both culturally significant, differ subtly. All the Plan B dudes except for Duffy were established entities. A more apt comparison would be if Ternasky had recruited Duffy, Ron Bertino, Jeremy Wray, Jovantae, Kanten Russell (who, apocryphally, was supposed to have been on Plan B anyway) and Kareem Campbell on some kind of all-am super-squad type shit.

“The Run,” on the other hand, cemented itself in skate lore on some 1952 Bobby Thomson shot-heard-round-the-world type shit. This is the kind of communally triumphant moment that usually results in looting, jumping on top of cars, and police donning riot gear (as was the case when my hometown team reached the “Elite Eight,” minus the looting). Busenitz’s run portrayed what Dill eluded to in Feedback: technique + form = art.   “No man should be that confident,” my friend observed. Indeed, shutting out Wade** in a friendly game of s.k.a.t.e., with the DLX “underbosses” in attendance, did not seem to faze the dude either. As messageboard dudes noted, he appeared to conceptualize each flatground trick as if he were attempting it over the California St. gap.

Speaking of Shaefer and his business ventures, SPOT dudes recently documented their trip to one of those “MaloofU” contests (is this, like, a real thing?) down in Panama City. As you can see from this edit, the brothers spared no expense with the contest setup.

I think Nieratko wrote about this topic in an old Big Brother, but I always stayed in the city and skated during spring break, eschewing traditional spring break activities for the small banks and the Paine Webber benches. Little did I know that, more than a decade later, kids would be able to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Trip the fuck out.

New content coming soon, including some shit about the link between Nineties backpacker hip-hop and skating, in addition to a Real vid premiere report/review.

*Golden Age of Board Royalties

**whose Private Indoor Training Facility part is one of the best this year, taking 360 flip 5/0’s into PJ Ladd quantum physics territory


Before I get into this last part, let’s sum up:

Part One (exhibits A-G)

Part Two (exhibits H-L)

Part Three (exhibits M-Q)

Part Four (exhibits R-V)

Exhibit W: Axion

image courtesy youwillsoon

First of all, this exhibit was probably the most challenging to write. Why? Writing about the significance of shoes ain’t easy. Watson kills it at it though. Of course, there’s also that Made for Skate book, but that seems like more of a coffee table kind of thing (I may be wrong here). That dude Bobbito wrote a book that seems to focus more on the cultural implications of footwear, but I think I read it in B&N in like 15 minutes back in like ’04, so maybe it just had little blurbs or some shit like that.

ANYWAY, along those lines–sneakers and their socio-cultural implications–I recently had the following exchange with my brother, who doesn’t skate, never skated, wears Rainbow flip-flops most of the time, and is pretty much a total frat dude: Read the rest of this entry »