My friend and I were making the hike up to Frank's Lot outside of Dodger Stadium last night when we ran into a familiar face: Jonny Moseley, Olympic gold medal mogulist, American hero, and one of Marin County's finest. We recognized him immediately and yelled, "Jonny!!" and he smiled and shook our hands and was very friendly and personable.
As we walked to the stadium we talked skiing, Squaw Valley, Marin, the Bay, etc. etc. He spoke at my 8th grade graduation in 1998, so we had some laughs about that. Jonny was by himself. It turns out he was in LA for just a day or two on business and thought he'd catch some Lincecum before he took off.
The guy's a class act. Very humble, easy-going, pretty much exactly what you'd expect. He bought a few rounds of beers. Good Giants knowledge, hates the Dodgers. My only disappointment was that he didn't seem to have any behind-the-scenes stories about the sexual escapades at Olympic Village, or Bode Miller's rampant boozing. Everyone to Jonny was a "solid guy, solid guy."
Eventually friend of Jonny's showed up, though not until the 5th inning, this being Los Angeles and all. We hung around until the end of the game at which point we moved into empty seats directly behind home plate, this being Los Angeles and all.
We even got a great photo out of it. Talk about a perfectly Moseley pose!
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