Although I’ll probably get shit from the fingerboard community, it’s time to post this. I know, I know…I’m supposed to hate hand boarders. And I do. With their sandpaper hands, big tables, greasy hair and rockabilly music, they embody everything I can’t stand about hand sports.
There has been a long standing, deep seeded war between those that use their fingers and those that use their hands in the world of mini thrashing. It’s a beef that began with the rise of the Eastcoast/Westcoast rap rivalry, that tore the country in half and plagued the 90’s…Except this beef, is more violent.
There was a time where you wouldn’t be caught dead at Northgate with a fingerboard, especially in front of the popular hangout “Ivars” in the foodcourt. “Ivars was the spot man” says pro Finderboarder Macklemore. We use to line up like 4 tartars and a ketchup and see who could backside flip over them. There use to be all day sessions from Red Robin to Lids. Just people expressing their fingers and ripping. When the handboarders came…everything like…changed.”
The handboards feel differently. “They’re a bunch of pussies” screams Dave-Daniel “Broken Bonz” Sam. “They have hands too, right? They’re just too afraid to use the whole thing. Do they hate their palms? Thought so.”
*the author got tired of writing the article and quit.
