Stupid things on water skis
Son, remember when I told you I was an Officer on the Waterskiing Team in College? Well, I was. I actually made the team quite easily.
Two factors probably helped:
First, I was willing to Chair the Social Committee.
And second (and perhaps significantly tipping the scales in my favor), I had the boat. You can’t practice without a boat; I was a shoe-in.
So when the first big competition came along, I could have just gone for the ride in the motor home, partied at night and sat in the sun rooting the team on all day. But someone had the brilliant idea of signing me up to compete.
In the ski jumping event.
And I had the not-so-brilliant idea of accepting their challenge even though I’d never even had a lesson, let alone practiced it. The results are illustrated below.
I tried it so now you don’t have to. You’re welcome.
And if you’re not my son, have you succumbed to peer pressure only to regret it later?