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| Ryan and daughter Reese, son Chase and wife Katie, his high school sweetheart that he met while ski jumping in Steamboat. |
STORY No. 43
RYAN HECKMAN
Age
38
Winter
Park Ski Club
If
I could tell but one story from my years as a ski jumper, what would
"it" be? Tough call - a humorous tale like the one when one teammate
borrowed another teammate's ski pants and then accidentally crapped in them
during practice (you know who you are Ethan McGraw). Or perhaps a life lesson
version like when my ski coach (Greg Poirier) made me give some ski goggles I
had "found" back to their rightful owner with an apology and a very
clear understanding at nine years old between right and wrong? That may be a
bit too serious for this crowd. How about my first beer at Octoberfest in
Frankfurt that turned into my first few beers and my first hangover? I would
not want to indict some current ski jump leadership like Alan Johnson for
paying for the beers when I was but 14.
My
chosen story begins with my first walk to the Winter Park ski jumps, nine years
old and alone except for my rental alpine skis and poles. First person I met
was Crosby Perry Smith, followed by Dale Thompson, followed by Frank Penny and
Chuck Heckert, followed by Alan Johnson and then the young guy from the east,
Greg Poirier (who turned 52 on Nov. 6th). Six coaches said hello before I had
even made my first jump, each making me feel like an aspiring Olympian despite
my fresh Texas accent and rental equipment.
"Put
your skis on, lose the poles, grab the tow, get off at the first stop, ski down
to the start - ask to be cleared, crouch then jump as far as possible."
This was my first instruction. After my first jump, the coaches gave me advise
one by one as I made my way back to the lift. Crosby: "tuck your jacket
in"; Dale: "jump harder"; Frank: mumbled something about putting
in a "telemark landing" - no clue what that was. When I got to Alan
he said, "you have a lot of potential. Give this note to your
parents."
The
note said that I had a lot of potential and that for $50.00, I could rent real
jump skis for the season and learn to be a ski jumper. It took days to convince
my mom and dad that indeed I had potential and that Mr. Johnson was not just
trying to get rich by conniving unsuspecting naive parents. Thankfully, despite
the "ridiculously high" price tag, my persistence paid off. I became
a ski jumper in January 1983 and that $50.00 changed my life.
30
years later, I am now a 38 year old husband, Dad and proud "has
been". I got engaged on the 50 meter at Winter Park and taught my son to
ski in the outrun of the 20 meter last year, both with tears in my eyes. I am
very grateful that Alan saw my potential and proud to be part of the skiing
community, even if from a distance today.
OK, now it is time for the other
"has beens" to step up with some good stories...don't be pussies (DJ
and Tim).
Editor's note- Ryan was a Nordic combined skier out of Winter Park who skied in the '92 and '94 Olympic Winter Games in Albertville and Lillehammer at age 17 and 19. He's squeezed alot into his 38 years as captured in a great Wall Street Journal piece in February 2010. Scroll down a bit from this link- http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703382904575059644064403022.html
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