Memoirs Of A Team Manager With Jason Rogers of (the late) Arcade Skateboards

Memoirs Of A Team Manager With Jason Rogers of (the late) Arcade Skateboards

Memoirs Of A Team Manager With Jason Rogers of (the late) Arcade Skateboards

Memoirs Of A Team Manager With Jason Rogers of (the late) Arcade Skateboards

 

Memoirs Of A Team Manager With Jason Rogers of (the late) Arcade Skateboards

As a team manager I’ve gone through my share of horror stories. Especially being the team manager of the late, great Arcade skateboards. You may or may not have heard of it, I don’t know how long you’ve been skating. But chances are you know some of the guys that got their start on Arcade. This horror story was from a trip to Vancouver for a Slam City Jam gone bad.

Back in the day, man this was like 8 years ago now, the Slam City Jam in Vancouver, Canada was one of the must-attend contests of the year. The goofs we piled into the van consisted of Steve Hernandez, Joey Brezinski, SAD, Bryan London, Malcolm Watson, Casey Rigney, Daniel Haney, and myself. Now, with Arcade, I didn’t really like to call myself a “team manager.” My thinking was that these guys were all adults and didn’t need a damn nanny. Some teams have TMs that get hired as a TM. Like a dude that is a career TM, I wore many hats and these guys were my buddies before we did Arcade and most of them are to this day. So that being the case, you think you know your friends well. Sometimes you don’t. And sometimes it comes to bite your in your pseudo-TMing ass.

Everything was going well. The drive up the coast from SoCal was fine. Spirits were high as the women in Canada are very accommodating and the beer flows like water in the great white north. Here’s the problem: Canada doesn’t like criminals. In fact, if you have a felony, they won’t let you in! A felony, my young reader, is a crime where the damage is more than $500 and/or a violent crime. Drugs are a no-no as well. I didn’t think any of my angels had committed felonies. They are all demons to be sure, but felons? Heavens no.

We stopped at the border and I didn’t know if the guard didn’t like the look of a 6ft. tall black man (Malcs) behind the wheel, or if it was the response “We’re here to skateboard.” Nonetheless we were pointed into secondary and fools started sweating. I didn’t think we had much to worry about. We give them our I.D.s and they run our names. Now, I’m not going to name name’s as to who did what but, this is what came back: 1 felony for joy-riding, 1 felony for assault with a deadly weapon, 1 felony for theft of a $600 tent, and 1 felony for cultivating marijuana with intent to distribute. I’ll let you have some fun with trying to match the name to the crime! Needless to say I was in shock. No one mentioned shit about their misgivings beforehand and now, we were fucked.

At the time, Arcade was a division of Osiris. Yes, we got free D-3s, thanks for asking. We also had the company credit card. My solution was to drive back to Seattle, book flights for that day for all the felons, and see who gets through. A pricey crapshoot, but man the D-3 was a major shoe during the time and the expense account was an option. In the end, half the felons got through, half got plane tickets home. Not really a horror story in the “dude got shot in the leg” sense, but to other TMs out there that have to watch every penny and answer for it, this was a horrorifying experience in an epic sense. I think Malcolm won best trick though, so there’s that.

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