The PJ Tatler

Boston Mayor: 'This isn't Loon Mountain, This is the City of Boston'

Boston Mayor Martin Walsh isn’t happy with some residents who feel the need to take a starring role on social media by leaping out of windows into the snowbanks below, and then recording their derring-do to share on various social media sites.

No doubt some of them fortified by liquid courage, young people are taking a header out of second and even third story windows into the 8-10 foot snowbanks below.

Fox News:

The mayor of Boston Tuesday warned the young adults making films of themselves diving head first from windows into snow piles to “stop their nonsense right now.”

Mayor Martin Walsh issued the unusual warning at a morning press conference that focused on snow removal and extreme cold, The Boston Herald.com reported.

“This isn’t Loon Mountain, this is the city of Boston, where we’re trying to remove snow off the street and it becomes very dangerous,” he said.

The Washington Post reported that these participants strip down to their underwear and dive into the huge banks of snow. Then they take to social media and post it under #BostonBlizzardChallenge.

The Post called the trend a “Bucket Challenge-esque show of bravery and machismo.”

And stupidity. This fellow isn’t risking much diving off his porch — except perhaps a case of pneumonia:

Not quite a swan dive, but give the guy some props for a 10 point entry. The Post calls them “knucklehead Bostonians.” Anyone at the Washington Post calling anyone else a “knucklehead” is like Iran accusing anyone else of “terrorism.” As for Walsh’s “Loon Mountain” crack, it turns out there is a New Hampshire ski resort named — you guessed it — Loon Mountain. They were pleased with the free publicity:

 

The resort was closed today because it was too cold.

When I was younger, I used to wonder why old people would move to Florida or Arizona when they retired. Now that I’m an old codger, I understand perfectly. Despite living in the Midwest for most of my life, the older I get, the less able I am to endure winter. The cold makes my joints ache, the snow is a bitch to drive in — largely because there are so many people who have a panic attack when they see a few flurries — and the raw, moist wind rips through your clothing chilling you to the bone.

We’re six weeks away from baseball’s Opening Day, which is irrelevant in Chicago. Several Opening Day games over the years have been cancelled because of snow storms. Technically, spring begins March 20th in these parts, but we won’t get spring weather for at least another month after that.

Winter is the longest, the slowest, the most depressing time of the year and if I live that long, I will move to some low tax, politically friendly state after I retire.

Meanwhile, in Boston, party on, dudes.