Fuck the Hot Possie. Video by Jeffrey Tolland Smith.
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Now that the Orage Masters are over and done with, it’s time for the contest after the contest after the contest in which the Facebook votes actually count. It’s fairly simple, the clips that get the most likes on Orage’s Facebook page will walk away with $5,000 in cold, hard, American mothaflippin’ cash (imported from Canada). We could break down the edits and tell you who to vote for, but it’s probably better you know what your potential winners are likely to do with all that cash. Here’s what we surmise, based on the best economical analysis our college buddies at Bloomberg could come up with, each team would spend their winnings on:
By now, the contest robots at Freeskier have beat us to the punch by about three and a half days, and made sure to take video of plenty of skiing. But everyone knows that the Orage Masters are barely about the skiing. That’s what the X Games is for. This contest/anti contest was all about drinking, drinking, drinking and trying our hardest to ensure no one got invited back to Sun Valley. The only time I really realized there was a contest was when I missed Ross Imburgia’s backflip off the moving jump (definitely the most impressive single feat) and when Hartman, Team BroBomb filmer Jeff “Cray” Smith and I stood on the deck of the jump, almost got hit by some skiers, and then watched LJ doing a triple backflip. That was kind of hard to avoid. At any rate, here’s how it all went down:
The Orage Masters returned, and all was again well in Skilandia.
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