It took me a second to figure out why dad was yelling "pizza", but then it came to my world-class-athletic brain that he was telling the kid to point the tips of his skis together to get a snowplow effect. Little Junior didn't listened to well, did he?
Everyone who has watched this video is concerned about the kid but not me. I'm worried about the dad. Either that kid is giving up skiing for life and will turn to life of solitude, books and the arts, or he's going to realize that experience he just had was kick arse, and he'll be back up that mountain within 15 minutes.
Hope little Jean-Claude Killy does the right thing. A father's joy depends on it.
at 4:07 PM