Editor's Note: Page 3's Matthew Graham is taking on Hollywood wannabe jocks one-by-one in the sport of their choosing. He beat Superman himself, Dean Cain in basketball but got destroyed by "That '70s Show"'s Danny Masterson in ping-pong and Gavin Maloof in a round of golf. He vows not to stop until he reaches the top of the Hollywood A-list ...

I'm a total wuss.

Sure, I throw down at the YMCA playing ball, or tackle a guy a little too hard for flag football, but when it comes to extreme daredevil activities of any kind, I run like Forrest Gump.

Jumping out of airplanes? Forget about it. Whirling dervish 720s on a skateboard? You must be insane. That's why I respect these X Games athletes so much. Yeah, I'm not really down with the fact that they try to make everything seem like a rock concert but still, these guys have mad skills and bigger cajones than I can ever imagine.

With that in mind, I took on my first female competitor for "You Wanna Go." Her name is Lyn-Z Adams Hawkins, and she's blowing it up huge in skateboarding, both vert and street. (Notice how I'm attempting to use all the rad expressions from my "Breakin'" youth of the '80s ... the two biggest phenomenons were skateboards and break dancing.)

Lyn-Z (who started abbreviating her name in 4th grade when she was sick of spelling it out, plus it looked sweet) is super-cool and super-talented. Not only does she skate, but she also surfs, although as she puts it, "The water's too cold." So, when she received a skateboard for Christmas at age 3, the warmer skateparks became her home away from home.

"Since she was little," recalls her reckless older brother, Tyler, "Lyn-Z always did crazy stuff. When she played soccer, she would climb the goalposts during the game."

In Indian Guides, her name was "Climbs Tall Trees," so getting crazy air on a little board was a natural progression.

With her nimble feet action, Lyn-Z and Tyler (who has successfully nailed a 21-step handrail) challenged me to a soccer shoot out. Given the "football" drama that has been taking place all over the world with sudden death shootouts -- England vs. Portugal in the European Championships and Argentina vs. Brazil in the finals of Copa America -- it was the ideal challenge.

Tony Hawk, the godfather of skateboarding, is like Lyn-Z's uncle; she hangs at his pad all the time, and, like Hawk, she wants her name to be that recognizable one day. "I want to be one of the top in the guy's division," Lyn-Z, who considers Lance Armstrong a hero, states confidently. "I want to be the best skateboarder -- not just vert, not just street, but the best overall."

Unfortunately for Lyn-Z and Tyler, soccer is one of my fortes. (Go ahead all you anti-soccer goons, insert your expletive here). I knew this challenge was money in the bag. With that in mind, I gave Lyn-Z and her brother a colossal advantage. Even though they had double my attempts, I would still donate my column check if I scored less than the both of them combined.

It was a bold and cocky dare but, hey, if I'm going to hang with X Gamers, I gotta show some guts. We each got five shots, just like a real shoot out. Plus, I had to pull double duty as the goalie.

It was clear that it was not going to be as easy of a win as previously thought, but just like Sylvestor Stallone in "Victory" (if you don't know it, rent it), I was prepared for the insurmountable odds.

I let Lyn-Z go first, and she hit the ball right at me. Easy save and a good start. I put my first attempt, left upper 90, and unlike David Beckham who has a tendency to choke with P.K.s, I got off to the perfect start. Tyler missed the goal completely, and I was up early.

Lyn-Z reminds me of my little sister, who happens to be the coolest person on the plane -- seriously, she's got crazy sports skillz and a confident but unassuming personality with a hard edge.

The young skater is also courageous. Lyn-Z's had to overcome tragedy; her father passed away in December. Scrawled on her skateboard: "Rest in Peace, Dad." As Tyler puts it, "Every time she puts her foot on the board, it's dedicated to him."

Back to the shoot out, and on her second attempt, Lyn-Z perfectly places it to tie the score. I calmly put it upper 90, this time to the right, to make it 2 for 2. Tyler hit a rocket, but just like Lyn-Z the first time around, he hit it right at me. I clung to a 2-1 advantage.

In round three, Lyn-Z hit a superb freekick destined for the back of the net, but out of nowhere, I somehow managed to flick the ball just enough that it hit the outside of the crossbar and sailed wide. Lyn-Z screamed as I slyly smiled knowing that if I put mine in, she and Tyler were under a lot of pressure.

I methodically lined the ball up, and once again drilled it in upper 90. I was unconscious. I could have closed my eyes like M.J. at the free throw line and put it upper 90. Just as I was about to put the final nail in the coffin, Tyler hit a sweet shot that made it a respectable 3-2.

Before we went any further, I had to know, wasn't Lyn-Z scared as crap flying through the air on that little board. "I'm scared all the time," Lyn-Z admits. "Whenever I try a new trick, that's when I'm scared. That's why I usually haven't tried them yet, because there's that fear that I'm gonna wipe out. But when it works, it's a great rush." Cool, so I'm not a total coward.

Fourth shot, and my (writhing from a softball injury) wrist comes up huge. No go. At this point, Lyn-Z is about to strangle me with frustration. She mocks me, "Let's see you on a skateboard," and I think to myself, Yeah, that would be pathetic. I like my feet firmly planted on soil, not on some flimsy board with four wheels 30 feet up in the air.

As far as the shoot out, do you even need to ask? Flawless execution again, while Tyler puts it right into my hands. Me: 4, The Hawkins: 2.

The final round, and Lyn-Z takes all of her disgruntlement from the previous two attempts and fires a rocket practically through me. She has a wry expression that warms my heart. As she switches with me, so does her gesture as we stare each other down. OK Corral time. Put up or shut up. What do I do ...

I score! Instead of running around with my shirt off like Brandi Chastain, I give the Hawkins siblings one more shot. I tell Tyler that if he makes his remaining attempt, it will be worth 2, thus tying the score and sending it in to extra P.K.s. Tyler is stoked, as is Lyn-Z, for this new opportunity. He lines the ball on the P.K. mark as I give him my most intimidating stare -- although he's the one with the lip-piercing, so I don't think he gets rattled by much of anything. The ball booms off his foot, but there I am with my gimp wrist, which is now throbbing with pain, and I stone him like a brick wall. Game over. I win 5-3 in a hard fought battle.

Lyn-Z, being a great competitor, doesn't take kindly to getting beat in anything. And being a sore loser myself, I completely understand. "Swimming next time," she says after pleading with me to consider this just a practice round. "I'll definitely beat you there."

It was a tough battle, but in the end, I ended my two-column losing streak. Oh, by the way, did I mention Lyn-Z is only 14 and Tyler 16! I guess I failed to mention that minor detail.

In my family, with an 18-year-old sister and 16-year-old brother, there's no pity for the young. A win is a win, and I'll take it any way I can get it.

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Matthew Graham is a disgruntled Eagles fan who writes for FHM and Cosmo. He can be reached at matthewgraham17@hotmail.com.