Of the horrific crash. Where
X is gonna give it to you. Let's talk about
X baby. Marie Marchand-Arvier getting worked at Val d'Isere. I recently just became able to spell Val d'Isere correctly without looking at anything first for confirmation. Isn't that nice? I sure think so. Anyways, let's get down to business and analyze how unlucky number 13's day went. Also just be forewarned, this is a sportscience edition of Slalom Toyko Drift.
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Marie makes me want to roll my windows down because she is cruising. |
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But don't get it twisted. This blog life? Is NOT... A... EFFING... GAME! It's what you're hearing, listen. I wonder if Marie can recover gracefully from this troubling predicament? |
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Looks like a hard no on that front. Someone put the hip back in her socket when you get a chance. |
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Aaaaand WHAMMY. |
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The purpose of the next three photos is to show how insanely high her ski goes. |
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Potentially thirty feet in the air. |
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Marie crosses two separate dye lines before that ski lands. So based on that distance and that height I calculated she crashed at exactly 1.3 fucktons of force and will require 781 Advil pills. |
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You know that movie Happy Feet? This is the opposite of Happy Feet. Her boots look like they are crying. |
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Send me crashes! Slalom Ace out.
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