You simply don't understand...

Your sport sucks. You don't travel across the country (or across the globe) to go play baseball/basketball/football/tennis at 8 different venues with friends from around the world in one weekend. It just doesn't happen. Why? Because they're all the same. But who cares anyway. Skaters do. Or shall I say, OLD skaters do it. The Concretins planned and executed a "roadtrip" if you will, that can only be described properly as EPIC! The catalyst for this adventure was the OldManArmy.com second annual BBQ to be held at Chandler Skatepark in Arizona. That was scheduled for Sunday... we arrived Friday, with maps to parks, and even a backyard pool sporting the image and neighborly vibe of Mr. Rogers. The Phoenix area has plenty of fresh park 'crete that was 100% new to us. Posts for the next few weeks will likely be all about the BBQ weekend. Are we trying to rub it in? No, we just wish you could understand. Skate stories from 'Cretins will no doubt include this weekend for the rest of our lives.

Until I have MUCH more time to write about, sort, crop, and label photos, and review/edit a ton of video footage, here are just a few moments captured from, indeed, the greatest 72 hours of my 20 years of skating.

- OMP rests, in preparation for rippage.

- Fridays in Atlanta wouldn't even acknowledge the 'Cretins.

- My first time... was with Mr. Rogers.

- Double Black. That's how we roll bitches.


- New pads. Fresh Gnar.

- The obligatory pic of Skidzilla's butt. Yes, it reeks as bad as it looks. (Sorry Adam, thanks for taking the photo.)

- A proper group photo. We skate. We rule.

- Lil' OldManBrian meets his maker, one of the founders of OldManArmy.

- Back home in DaVille, moments after leaving the airport.