Well, this has been an interesting ride, hasn't it?
I qualified easily for all three snowboarding events in Sao Jorge, but didn't medal. Quarterfinals in snowboard cross and parallel giant slalom, one spot out of advancing to the semis in halfpipe. I went back home to Valhalla to practice, and also try a bit of motorbike riding as a hobby.
A bit more than two years later, just a day before the deadline, Len Rogerre's giving me a call about how they need to balance out entries for budget, marketing, funding, and so on. So he asked me to compete in men's BMX. I said, sure, why not? Let's give this a fling. In my head, I was thinking he was crazy. I had done BMX as a hobby for two years. As a hobby. Not as a competitive sport. Delaclava doesn't even have a professional BMX circuit, and I got submitted along with Jerome Gorvaggno and Gideon Geraldo Gomez because a bunch of groups were complaining about it. I certainly didn't have the stuff to compete well, let alone win the thing.
Whatever. I ended up finishing 9th in seeding, which pleased me a lot. When I got on that bike, it just felt so natural to me, and I just rode it. Then in the first round I won my eight-man heat, and Mike Miller, the Taeshani biker who was first in seeding, recorded a DNF, so that removed some competition. I was feeling confident for the quarterfinals, and won that too. Suddenly, I was in the semifinals, and I went from the man who was supposed to be having a fling at the sport to a serious competitor. But still I didn't think of myself as a medal contender. I don't like to get ahead of myself.
The next day, it was the semifinals, and I rode a personal best 36.146 to somehow win the semifinal as well. Suddenly, I WAS a medal contender. And somehow, starting as a last-minute, inexperienced entry, I came from sixth to overcome Sam Atkinson, Jack King, and Carlos Moura to sneak in with the gold! It was a weird feeling. I'm 22 and have spent the last 16 years trying to succeed in snowboarding, and have gotten no international recognition. I try to compete in a hobby and turn out with a gold medal.
And for a little bit, I wasn't recognized by my own countrymen. I thought people would see the name AND my dashing looks (
) and realize that I'm the snowboarder who was fairly close to medaling in Sao Jorge. Nothing. Not even after I pulled out the gold. Then, I got a copy of the official results from the organizers, and realized it. My name had been butchered. It was spelled with an I in my first name instead of an O. (As it turns out, it was not the organizers' error, but instead a mistake by the DOC, and frankly I can't blame them because they entered me on the last day.) Eventually, the DOC made an announcement, and suddenly people were recognizing me a lot more. Helps when they know who you are instead of them thinking you're just a ringer. It all worked out, and it'll always be a funny little story I'll be able to tell.But it makes me wonder if maybe BMX is my true calling. I mean, I practice one sport for sixteen years and get nothing, then pick up another in a matter of days and leap to the top of the podium. I'll always love snowboarding, but my skill in BMX will definitely be something that I'll treasure, care for, and harness, and I can't wait to defend the medal.
Peace and love,
Devon









