We're into mid-June. That call, text or visit with dad happened last weekend. These things signal summer. Some might say Memorial Day is the official start, but I grew up in North Dakota, where snow falls on Memorial Day just as often as it does on Halloween. If you haven't cleaned off the grill by Father's Day, you better help dad out and get after it.
I'm not surprised that I didn't see it earlier, either. It's a skate video that came out in December. Why would I ever watch that? It is, however, everything I could ever ask for in a minute and a half of video. The whole process. Slam, banger, high fives, commentary. I could watch something like that from damn near any sport or activity. You learn more about Nyjah Huston in that minute and a half than in most full video parts.
Speaking of young Mr. Huston, I remember the first time I saw him skate. It was the 2006 Dew Tour. He was 8 years old, 4 feet tall, had dreads down to his knees and was locking in ridiculous big spin hurricanes on every feature. I've never seen a kid that young and that talented. Speaking of which, Ryan Sheckler won that day. When I was 8, I was playing with Ninja Turtles, eating sand and feeding firecrackers to snakes. If only. My nieces have scooters, but are always trying to rip on my skateboard. Maybe it's time to get them their own. They live in the 'burbs. They say balance is best learned young. Just like everything, I s'pose.