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Why sledding beats Hockey
First of all, it takes three hours to get dressed for a game of hockey. Pads here, cup there, strap the skates on your feet and tape the stick and so on. A day in the mountains takes about four minutes to prepare (assuming that you are already there of course…) Put your helmet on, get your pants (put them on later) and you’re off! Plus, it’s cooler to say you got that broken pelvis while dropping off a 4 billion foot high cliff than being a tooth-less freak having a broken pelvis due to falling on your ass. 

Why sledding beats Politics
If you’re an asshole while being a politician, you’re doing your job. If you’re an asshole while being a sled-head, you’re also doing your job but you’re having so much more fun along the way.

Why sledding beats Pro Wrestling
While hugging big dudes wearing only underwear is fun, being at the receiving end of a top rope splash performed by a sumo-has-been is not. This is comparable to sledding, where hugging semi naked men is fairly common and being at the receiving end of a top hill splash performed by your own driverless snowmobile is very common. So what’s the difference? A helmet, ladies and gentlemen, is why we live longer than them and why we remember where we live.

Why sledding beats 9 to 5
Explore your cubicle. Now explore the endless wilderness of the sled-head office. Now give me one good reason why you should not quit your job.

Why sledding beats Reality
Reality can bring you taxes, alarm clocks, overdue milk, Seventh Heaven, hangovers, Bud Light and a Vanilla Ice comeback. Sledding might bring you a few broken bones and a big hole in your wallet, but it will never steal your money (it will invest it), wake you up in the morning, go bad, force feed you wholesome family values, make you puke, taste like piss or destroy your very soul.

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