Well, the obvious reason is it's a cold weather sport. Cold weather and I get along not one bit. In fact, I think it only took me 15 minutes to acclimate to California temps. Having spent far too much of my life near Cleveland (and never having enjoyed the 6 months of snow per year or the sub-zero days), I never again want to hear the words "lake effect snow." The only thing I find the least bit redeeming about skiing is the lodge. Sitting around drinking warm adult beverages in front of a roaring fire is more my speed.

And then you read stories like this. Hanging upside down from a lift with your pants around your knees, your bits exposed to the cold and an enlarged image of your bare rear on the BBC website - these would be more reasons to never ski. It reminds me of the old joke about the skier who needed to pee. Really, is it any wonder why I don't bother with the white stuff?

My sweetie says this post should have been written thusly:

Why I don't ski

The End.

Labels: misc, news