blade or die

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, but I knew I would fuck it up until the time was right. Hopefully, this is the time and I give the subject at hand its due justice. Buds. Homies. The Crew. The blader family. Friends. You fuckers. You guys are the reason I still […]

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Just like it has always been, ever since the Big Bang…or Jesus…or the creation of the Flying Spaghetti Monster…or whatever it is you believe in, the world still turns, time moves forward and life as we know progress. Progression in life is seen in many ways. Evolution is one of the best examples for all […]

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This may have been one of the only moments in that car ride we smiled as we sat anxiously, in traffic for two accidents on the Five that blocked five lanes of a six-lane highway.  We patiently waited through bumper-to-bumper traffic, saw B. Smith pass us on his Hog, was cut-off by another carload of […]

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I don’t know if I still work here. Someone cleared out my desk, or one of the other 15 employees that keep or Blade or Die running stole my shit when I was gone. See, I’ve been out on a bit of a sabbatical. For the past six weeks, I’ve been through both horrible and […]

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If you’ve never heard of Brandon Smith, it must be like your second or third day rollerblading. So, yeah, welcome to the family. This entire post is dedicated to the heavily-bearded, Harley Davidson-riding, world-traveling, bowl-crushing, spot-destroying, thought-provoking, JSF-juicing, (Level 3) and artistically-diverse Valo pro known as B. Smith. B. Fucking Smith! (Check out the full […]

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Holy balls, let’s talk back-in-the-day type shit here! Hokay, so… Blading.info, Jon Julio via his latest Tumblr page, and a shitload of other places have been dipping their hands heavily into the sport’s hayday, especially retro ads from our classic magazines ONE had slew of déjà vu-type journalism trend with some great pieces put together […]

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I had been off the whiskey for a minute. I learned it let the devil out of me. Last weekend at the 12th Annual Bitter Cold Showdown the devil didn’t need to come out, I was already in Detroit. It wasn’t as cold as it was in years past. Fuck, there was barely any snow. […]

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In 1966, a book came out that publicly displayed the inner workings of a fringe culture involving regular gatherings of hundreds of slobbery drunken hulks of muscle and steel. They regularly risked their lives and safety to live and do as they saw fit, even if they didn’t fit into the larger society. Most importantly, […]

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