
Even for a resort high in the Italian Alps, Livigno’s morning air felt thinner than usual. The sun was shining off Livigno Snow Park’s steel rails and carved jumps by the time the men’s snowboard slopestyle final started on February 18, making every landing a flash of white. It’s probable that no other location during these Games seemed quite as vulnerable, with competitors throwing themselves into the air, every sway and pause amplified.
And then there was the birthday. On that day, Su Yiming turned 22, and she didn’t appear nostalgic. He appeared determined and concentrated. After winning silver in Beijing four years prior, he came to slopestyle with both expectations and unresolved business after winning bronze in big air earlier in the Games.
He seemed to understand exactly what the judges were looking for as he dropped in for his last run: clean landings, technical diversity, and amplitude without being dangerous.
2026 Winter Olympics Men’s Snowboarding Slopestyle
| Category | Details |
|---|---|
| Event | Men’s Snowboard Slopestyle |
| Games | Milano Cortina 2026 |
| Venue | Livigno Snow Park, Livigno, Italy |
| Qualification Date | 15 February 2026 |
| Final Date | 18 February 2026 |
| Gold Medalist | Su Yiming (China) |
| Silver Medalist | Taiga Hasegawa (Japan) |
| Bronze Medalist | Jake Canter (USA) |
| Defending Olympic Champion (2018) | Red Gerard |
| Official Event Overview | https://www.olympics.com |
By X Games standards, his winning score of 82.41 wasn’t particularly impressive. However, it was sufficient in an Olympic final that was influenced by nerves and an unexpectedly harsh course. The final kicker landed with his knees absorbing impact like coiled springs releasing tension, and his third run flowed with flawless switch entrances and rails locked in without chatter. The scoreboard changed. Gold.
It’s difficult to overlook the evolution of China’s winter sports aspirations since Beijing 2022. Su was the dynamic adolescent who was bridging the gap between state-sponsored ambition and skate culture at the time. He now comes across as more independent, almost professional. Brands, broadcasters, and federations that invest in international snow sports seem to think that China’s participation is no longer merely symbolic. It’s structural.
Japan’s Taiga Hasegawa galloped after him with an almost surgical level of precision. In the crowd, the tenths that separated his heartbreakingly close 82.13 felt arbitrary. When the numbers showed, there was a moment of incredulity as Hasegawa executed his last trick, the board sliding cleanly across the last rail before bursting off the kicker. Silver may seem like a bad guess.
The American surge followed.
After two runs, Jake Canter was in tenth place. Tenth. That’s frequently a courteous way of stating “out of contention” in slopestyle. But as Olympic situations often dictate, his final descent was reckless. He launched an assault on the course, speeding toward elements that had alarmed others and committing to stunts that called for unquestioning trust in muscle memory. Bronze—earned, not gifted—at 81-something.
The man who many had assumed would be in charge, however, left with something more subdued.
Mark McMorris came to Italy hoping to win an Olympic medal for the fourth time in a row. Severe injuries, unlikely recoveries, and X Games‘ domination have all contributed to his career’s rather cinematic feel. During qualifying, he looked good. Finals, however, are harsh. Still recovering from a collision earlier in the Games that pulled him out of big air, he finished eighth after falling in two of three runs.
Watching a 32-year-old legend get up on packed Olympic snow and remove ice from his jacket while newer riders go by him is sobering. “I’m proud just to have made another final,” McMorris remarked. There was no sense of spin. He seemed to be comparing longevity to expectations.
The PyeongChang 2018 champion, Red Gerard, who qualified close to the bottom and missed the podium, came next. Although Gerard’s riding is still explosive, the competition has gotten deeper. Slopestyle has changed over the past eight years. In internet forums that break down grabs frame by frame, the judging is more closely examined, the tricks are more technical, and the margins are slimmer.
In contrast to Beijing, the scene outside the finish corral seemed very muted. Not a staged roar, no fake snow cloud. Only the sound of boots crunching on frozen walkways, cowbells, and strewn flags. Although the action was taking place yards away, fans from China, Japan, Canada, and the US leaned over barricades, and some were streaming replays on their phones. Peacock and other broadcasters covered the drama live in a few areas, but it seemed different to be there—colder, sharper, less filtered.
It’s still uncertain if this final will be remembered for the peaceful transformation it appeared to signal or for Su’s birthday story. The riders who grew up watching them on YouTube, internalizing their style, and then honing it are slowly displacing the generation that McMorris and Gerard defined.
Slopestyle has always been on the edge of both institutionalism and revolt. hoodies over Olympic bibs. Boards that formerly represented the counterculture were sponsored by corporations. It seemed like the tension was still there when I stood in Livigno and watched athletes fist-bump after almost colliding on the practice lines, and perhaps that’s the point.
By late afternoon, the course was covered in shadows, which mellowed the jagged edges of the jumps that had appeared frightening earlier. For the upcoming event, workers started redesigning takeoffs and smoothing landings. Results are not the mountain’s lingering problem.
Standing on the stage with the Chinese flag rising behind him, Su Yiming’s expression was composed, but his eyes showed a hint of incredulity. Gold on his birthday. The first gold of these Games went to China. It has a programmed sound. Up close, though, it appeared earned—based on risk-taking, repetition, and a readiness to take on the strange pressure that only the Olympics seem to produce.
There was a sense that men’s slopestyle in 2026 would be about more than medals as the riders drifted off toward mixed zones and team tents, boards thrown over shoulders. The topic was recalibration. Like the competitors themselves, the sport is constantly changing—landing, stumbling, then riding out whatever comes next.

