The snow patrol had just finished lighting the last flare for the midnight torch run, the clock struck midnight, he then turned to me and said Happy New Year. Just like that 2012 was underway.
Before the clock could strike midnight again, we were back at the Angry Ramp.
Number one son starts things off right with a huge boneless.
When you're close to 6'6" you can only ollie fakie so high before the ceiling becomes your worst nightmare. Mike Sudoma understands this concept.
Grady!
Front side disaster!
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