when i first started skating i remember watching video of frazier killin the vert at the skatepark of tampa. and throughout the next 16 years, i’d bump into him at tampa, woodward or some random skate event in some random part of the country and the guy is still killin it. these days, me and frazier are both rocking the balding-buzz cuts with some scruff – so whenever i’m at woodward, there’s always 2 or 3 kids that come up to me as i’m skating by and ask if i’m mike frazier. i’ll say “yep” and sign their shirt. but i’ll actually sign it “maready rips!” and skate away. that’s a lie. well the last part’s a lie, anyway. last week when i was at woodward a campers mom asked me if i was mike frazier. i told her “sure am, can i sign your boobs?” see, that last part is a lie again. actually it was all a lie. it was really a camper’s dad and i never signed his boobs.
check out a few tidbits from the mike frazier legacy: