The Games have even colonized the Olympics-possibly at their own expense. Love perform slacker hits from the nineties, and then, at nine-thirty, headed home to their families. The men sat outside drinking and sweating as the sun went down, watching G. His date for the party was his brother-in-law, Paul Swanson, another young father, who wore a T-shirt exposing tattoos on his arms. Dad’s muddin’ days, one sensed, were numbered. The kicker: they’d made it back from muddin’ in time for Schoppert’s daughter’s second-birthday party, after which he learned that his wife was pregnant again. “And then, after we fixed his Jeep, we took it muddin’.” He recounted this with a mixture of bravado and self-mockery. “I started off working on my friend’s Jeep,” he told me. Schoppert’s achievement was having spent the most “manly” weekend of any caller. He had won two tickets to the party in a radio contest sponsored by the local alternative-rock station KROX, whose morning-show hosts, Jason and Deb, are action-sports enthusiasts. the Condor, and shouted after him, to no avail.
He wasn’t a fan of the X Games per se, although he did recognize in the crowd the pioneering BMX jumper Mat Hoffman, a.k.a. Last month, at a party in downtown Austin to celebrate the start of the X Games, ESPN’s showcase for action sports, now in its twentieth year, I met a marketing manager named Scott Schoppert.
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