As you slide into the liquid reflections, you almost feel bad for breaking the surface. Almost. Then the boat slips into gear, and the engine’s rumble breaks the silence, or the cable fires up and the line begins to go tight. You start to focus a bit more. If you’re not smiling outwardly, you’re grinning from ear to ear on the inside. The strong connection is being reaffirmed, and you’re not even riding yet. The rope slowly winds through your fingertips, and you start to think about the feeling. It’s a feeling you’ve tried to describe a thousand times to others, but words just don’t seem to do it justice. You can’t explain it because you can really only feel it. You’re a wakeboarder.