Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
SUNDAY SKI SHOP, EN COLLABORATION AVEC JOYSTICK, VOUS OFFRENT LA CHANCE DE GAGNER UNE BELLE PAIRE DE PÔLES JOYSTICK JUSTE À TEMPS POUR LA SAISON! POUR PARTICIPER, REMPLISSEZ LE FORMULAIRE CI-DESSOUS ET NOUS PROCÉDERONS À UN TIRAGE AU SORT DIMANCHE LE 14 NOVEMBRE. BONNE CHANCE!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010
Author: Jason Mousseau
It’s getting hard to not hear an echo when bringing up the name Cole Drexler. With a fresh diploma in his hand and a recent handshake with Line and Joystick, Cole is getting all the arms he needs to reach the top on his way up the ranks.
Originally hailing from Waterloo, Ont., Cole moved to Collingwood at the age of 11, quit racing when he was 14 and checked into the park scene with a one-way ticket. Cole is not your average jibber's delight and best known for the "deadlung, pivot" landings and the "off that" trick inventions. Opposed to the addictive compulsion of dialing in a comp run day-in-day-out, he's creating next year’s trends and documenting the rights to his own success.
Cole’s had support getting here, too. Growing up in a family of skiers he may be one of the only kids whose parents approached him about spending his grade 11 year in Whistler—where he logged over 120 days on the slay mission. Last season he took his quiver of tricks and entered the first two rail jams of the season in Collingwood, winning both. Suddenly the local lift line for Cole got a lot shorter even on a busy day.
After making noise online, It was inevitable he would link up on a trail of destruction filming for the Voleurz family. With his local band of misfits behind him and the industry turning heads and pages, just make sure you get front row when he comes to a city near you.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Reason #2: I skipped school all the time to ski-- but the stories aren't that cool-- my parents are big skiers and didn't really mind too much when I missed classes on powder days. What they did mind though, was when I missed church (strict Mormon family). So, in my mind, skipping church for skiing was a much bigger deal. My Grandma who lived close, used to teach clinics for new instructors the weekend before the first lessons started, and it was the one Sunday she ever skied each year. So, when I was 14 or so, We got an early dump at Alpental, and the instruction clinics landed on the same weekend as opening day. Saturday night, I weighed out the consequences with the idea of skiing fresh pow on opening day, and packed my gear in a bag and stashed it wish my bike in the bushes down the street Sunday morning, I got all ready for church, put on a suit and tie, ate breakfeast with my family, and said I was getting a ride with another family to church because I had to help out setting up chairs. I walked out the door, found my stash bag, and rode as fast as I could to my Grandma's with skis in one hand, and a backpack full of gear. I pulled up, and she was already pulling out. She was a little confused, but I explained that I decided I was teaching skiing that year, and I had to be at the new instructor clinic, and my parents said it was ok.
Luckily my grandma didn't have a cell phone, and I had one of the most memorable days ever, skiing powder by myself. It was even one of those days when the snow was coming down lightly and sun was shining through it. At the end of the day, I told grandma that my clinic, taught by someone other than her, went great. Needless to say, the wrath of the parents was unleashed that night. I knew it was coming, and I knew the punishment could never outweigh what I had just experienced. I was grounded for a couple weeks, my grandma found out I didn't go to a clinic, and was super pissed-- but it was definitely one of the best ski days ever.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The birth of Texas Hold’em is officially credited to Robstown, Texas and dates back to the early 1900s.
With four betting rounds and the majority of the cards face up on the table, Hold'em was much more “player friendly” than the other poker variations popular at that time. Thanks to the community cards removing the need to "count cards," the game was also much more friendly to the beginner player.
The legendary Texas road gamblers, including Crandell Addington, Roscoe Weiser, Doyle Brunson and Amarillo Slim introduced Hold’em to Vegas in 1967, with the first World Series of Poker being held in 1970.
The game still remained somewhat of a “backroom” game, flying below the radar of the average person, until Chris Moneymaker won the 2003 WSOP Main Event - turning his $40 online satellite buy-in into $2.5 million on national TV.
Thanks to Moneymaker and online poker, Hold’em blew up and has now become the most widely played game in the world.