Out with a bang, bruise and fall
A bloody good show
After chasing five days worth of X Games stories in crispy, old Vans, I have blisters on the backs of my heels so big I could tell the grocery store checker I have my own bags.
I have a credential-lanyard-shaped sunburn.
My laptop is giving me a Mozilla crash report every time I flip it open.
While on the trot to the media center I accidentally skipped my iPhone across the L.A. Live concrete like a flat rock on a still lake.
I have Red Bull breath. I have ...
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