EPISODE 1, SCENE 1 NOW AND THEN, YOU PRAY TO THE RIGHT GOD. Eric "Money" Banks and his pal Nicky Davidson had spent half the night downing beers and chanting to the heavens for fresh powder to kick off the season. Then, just after midnight it started to dump. Eric and Nicky ran outside whooping and dancing around like banshees in the white heaven. Answered prayers! Let the games begin. Morning, crisp and clear. The mountain is finally open for skiers and shredders. Eric and Nicky are up at twelve thousand feet, boards on their backs, hiking beyond the lifts up to double black diamond Gold Hill, eyeing the world behind Oakley Full Metal Jackets and shitass grins, ready for some serious vert. "I'm pumped, Money. Two feet of fresh on opening day", huffed Nicky, passing over a silver flask of Lagermeister. Breakfast. Eric took a lip smacking hit off the flask. "No more pipe riding in the park", Eric yelled. "I want Big Air!" They finally made it to the top of Gold Hill and stepped into their boards. "Buzz's Glade?" said Nicky. "Let's do it", Eric answered. He was one of the hottest boarders in town, and hoped to finish high enough in the big President's Day Pro-Am competition to snag a sponsor and some steady bread. He was sick of sleeping in his van. Eric pushed off into the glistening glade and was quickly waist deep in the dry light powder. Ahhhhh. It was sheer heaven, almost better than sex. Maybe way better.