Tomorrow night is the opening ceremonies for the Winter Olympics in Vancouver. I'll have the TV on that night and will be watching, I may flip around the channels form time to time but I will be watching, I always do. There is just something magical about the entire thing, it's compelling.
The events I just have to watch are all the figure skating, mens, women, pairs and dance. Everything else I can take it or leave it. I know who the front-runners are to win medals and I even know most of the routines. If nothing else is on TV, I'll watch curling (this is such an unusual sport) or ski jumping but for me, I'm a die hard figure skating fan.
As such, I have a story to tell; actually it's my sister's story. She was in Europe for work that last three weeks and on her flight home from Newark to Denver she had the luxury of flying business class but unfortunately there was someone in business class who was having a problem with gas. Yes, a rather stinky gas. So stinky that the flight attendants were spraying air freshener. My sister suspected it was the young guy sitting in front of her. He did get up to use the bathroom quiet a lot during the flight. My sister described the guy to me: he was in his 20s, black hair, about 5 feet 7 inches tall, rather slim and he was wearing a scarf and red boots (rather flamboyant). Then my sister heard the flight attendants talking about him and saying he looked different than his picture in People magazine. So my sister checked out People magazine and realized that the guy sitting in front of her with the stinky gas was very likely U.S. figure skating champion Johnny Weir! He was probably on his way to Vancouver. Let's hope he gets the gas problem under control before he skates!
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