Needle in a Haystack

I wonder if skiers have a sixth sense about finding one another. Obviously I mean when we're not in "uniform" (beanie, jackets, etc.). This past weekend I was in Las Vegas heading into some club in the Wynn and what do I find but someone claiming to be from my home town and a past member of the Rossignol pro team. Now, obviously this is Vegas and dudes are going to say just about anything to the girl who stopped moving when they were talking, but this backstory/making stuff up on the spot would have been beyond him at his inebriation level. Plus, I've realized most professional male skiers are pretty short and this guy fit that bill. What really amazes me is the odds; there are hundreds of thousands of people going in and out of Las Vegas every weekend, it's the middle of winter so you'd expect ski bums to be flocking to slopes of than Ski Las Vegas, and everyone is dressing up (i.e. the opposite of looking like a skier).

This just shows me it can be anyone. Your neighbor, the weird kid in class, that one teacher you hated with a fiery passion. Anyone can be a skier. Anyone. And that's the beauty of it. The sport doesn't discriminate; if you've got the chops and the passion you can do it. If not, well. . . I hope you like the taste of toothpicks and have really good insurance.