Naaah … GOOFY FOOT FORWARD I went snowboarding, which I shouldn’t have done because the SATs were only five months away and I had yet to crack the big red prep book. Owen called and convinced me. “Ned, this weekend, you have to go snowboarding with me.” “Why?” “Because,” he articulated carefully, “it is the coolest thing you will ever do.” “Uh …” I needed a way out. I had gone skiing once when I was eight. I remembered the ground hitting me again and again. “Owen, I can’t snowboard. I can’t even ski.” “So? It’s easier than skiing, ’cause there’s one less ski to worry about. C’mon, dude. You come snowboarding with me, you’ll be the monsta mack.* You’ll be the shred master. All the ski bunnies will flock to you.” “Ski bunnies?” “Yeah. You know, the hot girls who hang out at ski slopes?” “Oh. I think I saw one in a movie once.” “Ned, they are real. I tell you, they are real.” “Fine,” I told Owen, “I’ll go, just to try it out or whatever.”
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