
Just yesterday the site launched what might be the best show on the internet ever (assuming you love skateboarding): Jeff Grosso's Love Letters To Skateboarding. The teaser gives you a good idea of who Jeff is and why people love him:
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Growing up he was one of my favorites and I didn't even really care for vert skating. He just came off as a really fun and funny fellow in his interviews, ads, and graphics. While most of my generation gravitated toward the sparkly clean Bones Brigade with their blond-hair, blue-eyed Hitler youth look, I got stoked on guys that looked like people from the East Coast. Dudes that looked like they hadn't slept in a while and could give a fuck less. Grosso was one of those dudes. As his career started to wind down with the "death" of vert and street skating taking the spotlight he got into heavy, heavy drugs. I think it's that drug phase, or rather the fact that he beat drugs, that makes me love Grosso now more than when I was a kid. I'm a sucker for happy-ending survivor stories. They make me all mushy inside. And Grosso has died more times than any cat and is still around kickingandripping. He's actually making a resurgence. Aside from his show, at age 42 he just got a pro model on Anti Hero Skateboards and has a Legends Pack of Vans coming out this month. I'm beyond stoked for him. But I know you don't get excited for daisies and rainbows; you want the misery. The junkie lore. Like the time Jeff OD'd and died and there was no ice in the apartment to shock his system, so the person grabbed the only thing in the freezer, a frozen burrito, and shoved it up Jeff's ass. Jeff is so over that story. He hates that I keep mentioning it. But the visual always makes me laugh. Two years ago I was lucky enough to spend the afternoon with Grosso to film and interview him for
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