there was about a year-long stretch around 2005 when i ran into jonny moseley everywhere. it seriously seemed like every time i went skiing, i would see him. it got to the point where i felt like he was following me cause he had nothing better to do.
anyway, the funniest story was probably the first time i met him. we were sitting at a restaurant bar getting some lunch at the base of Telluride and my friend whispers to me "HEY, DUDE, that guy 5 feet to your right is jonny moseley!"
so i turn to look to my right and sure enough, there he is. i didnt recognize him immediately because he seemed to be about 30lbs overweight, and when i first turned to look at him he was taking a massive bite of the biggest double cheeseburger ive ever seen, so his face was partially obstructed. i remember thinking "THATS not really how i imagined an Olympic athlete would look in person." but anyway, we said hey to him and he was actually really cool, answering all our questions (including "are you actually jonny moseley?"), and then we parted ways. ill just never forget the size of that cheeseburger though, coupled with his overall appearance. it made me kinda sad, actually. i had heard he was kind've a bum and a fringe character in the ski community, despite his widespread fame, but this experience cemented it. there he was, after taking maybe his only 3 runs of the day, eating a gigantic cheeseburger, all alone at the bottom of one of Colorado's more remote mountains. Jonny Moseley.