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I think the boys kinda knew where I stood on the whole thing.  So when they said things like (insert name of famous wakeboarder) got a girl to do a push-up with him on her back!  I heard their frank admiration as I was registering my own very different reaction.

Someone or some ones had promoted the idea that a man on a public stage lying on the back of a college-age woman was great fun! Memorable.

I was not there when the coed let the wakeboarder ride her, but I do think it was memorable.  Plaintiff-lawyer, sexual-harassment, years-of-therapy, event-organizer-is-a-middle-aged-college-instructor, what-the-hell?!?-memorable.

Who had given these teenage boys the belief that this behavior wa not just socially acceptable but cool?

We all had.  Not just the adults who brought their kids to the event.  Not just the self-styled celebrity judges.

All of us. The churches who came to use the facilities.  Regular, ordinary wakeboarders who might go out of our way to avoid the bikini contest but did nothing to intervene.

Wakeboarding will be a boobs-n-beer sport until we shed light on the misogyny promoted by some people who are powerful in the sport and demand change.

Women in wakeboarding can do so much more than carry the boy-men of the sport on their backs.

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We all believe you are the Zen Master, the Jedi knight of cable operators–quiet, but fearless.

I remember the long, long time I struggled with the process of getting off the dock.

There was phase one–total assistance.

Phase two–swing the board

Phase three–push and count to three

Phase four–just count.

And an optional loop of these last three phases for wakeskate.

I can do it all myself now, although never do I take it for granted.

There would be times–many, many times when just knowing that you were operating made the kids and I breath a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t just that you were a good cable operator, you made us calm.  You had our back.

And we loved you and admired you for it.

I don’t trust many people.  I trust you.  You are the best.

And because I trust you, and because you are the best, I will miss you so much.

As far as we are concerned you will always be family.  And you go on to the next step with our prayers and our hope to see you thrive.

On and off the water, may you thrive.

You will be forever a part of our story.

Thank you,

E, for all of us

I wear a mouth guard at night and a completely different one in the day

The night guards my nightmares
Things I fear will be
Because things I fear have been

The day guards my mouth
A boxing coach in the corner of each object I hit
Going 20 miles an hour

You can pray with your mouth open or resort to words you have needed
All your life Jesus I say over and over when all others fail

I say Jesus see Jesus
Never let go of my hand

The night is very calm
The water smooth, reflective glass
Quiet

I practice what I know
Trusting Will
Counting
Fear, physics, water

Prayer
I sometimes wonder if they can hear me praying
Because He is why I am here

I hold onto the rope–fast
Forceful, there–hold on tight
Even if you fall…
It is only water

How hard can it be?

Pretty hard, actually
But that is why I do it
Poorly.

Remembering all the time
The great storm
The deadly waves
And the Man like a ghost walking toward us

As though he were
Just ambling across the rolling
Fields on a summer day.

Imagine you are a clumsy, middle-weight, middle aged white lady. Yeah, I know, not sexy.. Now imagine your role models range from Granny from Hoodwinked to Jesus.

Now imagine that your kids are adventurers. They wanna learn to wake. You are intrigued. It is clearly challenging, but like the ballerina hippos in Fantasia you want to expand your natural skill set.

So you suit up. Sit on the dock at the “lil’bro.”. You get very good advice–cannonball, keep your feet like–this.. Which foot do you kick with?

You nose dive. You feel silly.

But gradually you get it.. When it happens you think–woo-hoo!!!. Actually you shout it out loud.

Waking is addicting. A very good thing.