Five days of bed bound flu is enough to drive you mad. Especially if only a few days before you were snowboarding in Tignes. That was me. I’ve never had flu before, but I had the impression for every year I haven’t had it, had surmounted and concentrated into the week of maladie that I just endured. I would dream of things at 3 in the morning, like cheese and the sea. Things that were unobtainable at that ungodly hour. I felt like I was going to cough up a lung at one point. I looked white than Casper, and to try to give my face some sort of definition, as I was begining to reflect light I was so pale, I coloured myself in with fake tan. Which would have been convincing had I not had those weeping, glassey ‘ill’ eyes… 

I confined myself to my room so’s not to spread the ‘love’. And I became mad. Or rather I would have done, had I not stumbled upon Freecaster.net and discovered the highlights of the X games.

The first contest I watched was the Ski SuperPipe Final. I had skiing pretty fresh in the brain after the Tignes Airwaves and I saw some of the riders that had done the contest were indeed in the X Games superpipe final.

The suspense was at a maximum, as they predicted a showdown between Americas favourites, Tanner Hall and Simon Dumont. To the surprise of the spectators, a little known french rider called Xavier Bertoli had discreetly been tearing up the pipe with flawless runs..  And despite the predicted showdown, it was indeed the frenchie who won… 

Womens slopestyle. was next on the agenda. I didn’t catch all of it, but I was in time for the final deciding run. British rider Jenny Jones was about to drop in for her 3rd run. Hitting the rails with style, then the final big air landing a 720. Taking the gold. She’s the first Brit to win a gold at the X games and as she’s a female snowboarder, I got a bit emo. Then I got over it..