If skicross were a sport when I was in college I likely would have quit school and joined a team.
This is exactly the kind of racing that I would have loved. Forget those damned gates in the slalom and GS, this is elbow-to-elbow no holds barred grit and determination.
My teammates and I would often end our day on the slopes with what we called a Chinese Downhill. No idea where the name came from, but we would take the last lift ride to the top and wait 10 minutes to let all other skiiers get down the hill.
Then we'd race to the bottom. No rules.
As a mediocre racer, this was my time to shine. A flick of the ski pole to my right could undo their bindings, and an elbow to the left could help me nudge out in front.
And when we hit the knolls? Let's just say that you didn't want to fall in front of someone else.
That's awesome stuff right there, and now it's a friggien olympic event.
I was born two decades too soon.