The true origins of the Olympic Games are a mystery, but mythology states the games were founded by Hercules and his father Zeus, around 776 BC. Chariot races and primitive versions of discus and other track and field events were celebrated with excessive revelry, alongside ritual sacrifices of those with less agility.
When you’re in Lincoln City, expect to go big. Drink 10 beers and then drop in on a 12 foot concrete bowl? Sure! Fall asleep next to a bonfire on the beach and wake up early morning having burrowed your own hole in the sand to stay warm? Duh. Meet some cougars and drink all the alcohol at their husband’s mansion with a guy named Captain Booyah? Just another Tuesday in LC.
A great moment was when last year’s champ Nicole Hause rolled in, fashionably late to the party because she didn’t have to qualify. She was rocking rad checkered party pants that were a huge hit, and was just blasting gigantic airs. Fucking classy shit. She was doing just what last year’s champ should; showcasing her skill for the crowd. Not necessarily skating to win but to dazzle, and dazzle she did.