My heart was in it.
I wanted to be the scene machine, blazing trail through swag, skate decks and keg cups, bringing you the scoop on the X Games party circuit. I wanted plumb the depths of L.A. for tasty after-hour tidbits with athletes and rockstars.
But looking back at another X Games gone by, I should have known that my evening hours would be spent in a double wide.
On that first night in L.A., as my friends called to spin gory voicemails from the Red Bull kick-off party ...
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