I don’t pay as much attention to the ski industry as I used to. It’s gets me too riled up. I care, and for sanity’s sake I tell myself that if I’m not working towards change, I have no right to complain. Unfortunately, every once in a while something comes along that makes me want to scream and puke and throw stuff around.
Those of you paying attention have known for a while that TJ is the latest skier to divorce the mob, and while I’m sad to see him go, that’s life. But the unforgivable press release poorly disguised as a tidy letter forced me to seriously reconsider how stupid the ski industry thinks people are. Which is not a small feat.
“It was by pure coincidence that I was contacted by CoreUPT when my Armada contract was expiring…”
And I’m the King of England so don’t patronize me or anyone else with this refried dog shit. A new company with a stupid name offered you a boatload of money and a pro model so you jumped. Big deal, it’s happened before. Somebody needs to run up in this piece, pull down the dress pants, throw a rubber band around the balls and say, “Do. Not. Fuck with us.” I wish I were in a position for that someone to be me. I wish young skiers were mentally in a position where it could be them. I wish a lot of things, but I chose my road, so I’ll let it go.
