Skiing isn’t safe. You can wear all the helmets, Crashpads, and futuristic POC storm-trooper gear you want; there’s still the risk of injury. Hopefully, we all go to the hill with reality in mind and act as safely as possible. But, the risk isn’t something to be avoided or stamped out—that’s what makes this sport such a rush. The padded-walls world we live in has eliminated most real risks, but the human body still craves that adrenaline. Nobody wants to return to the days of being a saber-toothed cat’s lunch, so skiing does a damn nice job of feeding the need.

Matt's feet.

If you ski long enough, an injury is damn near unavoidable. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a clean break on some quick-healing bone doing something that makes a badass story for the ladies. If you live in this world, it’s more likely that you’ll tweak a knee off a roller, dislocate a shoulder during a temper tantrum, or swell your feet like Sloth’s face by wearing crappy boots.

The BroBombers are lucky enough to cover all of the above. For the next few weeks we’ll bring you “The Disabled List.” We’ll tell our stories, and try to provide some useful info on recovery, rehab, and how your mother will react. Doctors are great and all, but they don’t tend to be skiers, so they’ll tell you all types of crazy things about how you should stop hitting jumps and sliding rails. Screw that, we’ll tell you how to keep on charging. You can trust us, we’re bloggers.