LA is a city where people either overtly or secretly desire to be discovered and rocketed into international stardom. Regardless of what line of work you’re in, this is still a Company town. We have all become all to accustom to seeing A, B and C-list celebs on the street, at Ralph’s, and your local watering hole. A few of us even know people who have “made it” before they were so cool that now, although they have no more than a high school education, their celebrity status allows them to weigh in on political issues. Today, you almost had another person to add to that list. I was discovered today. Well, technically, I knew just how famous I was long before anyone else did, but this, my friends could have been my ticket to stardom.

I was at Sit-N-Sleep today, looking at mattresses, as any Hollywood up-and comer would be doing at 12:30 in the afternoon. While meandering from the Sealy to the Serta section, a large, broad shouldered Aussie in his 50′s asked if he knew me, if I had participated in some arm wrestling event. When I told him that it was highly unlikely as I have never professionally exhibited my arm wrestling prowess, he told me that I should compete and that he could teach me how to be a great arm wrestler. All of this brought up old and long forgotten dreams that hatched when I first saw Sylvester Stalone in Over The Top. In case you have not witnessed this opus from famed director Menachem Golan, this is the man who brought us AFI list toppers like Delta Force, Enter the Ninja and my personal favorite, Death Game.

Well, this was a lot to absorb at once. I was suddenly seeing my name in lights, headlining stadium events, appearing in rock videos, and even having my own personal fitness device to flog on late night television. While I was at the part of my fame and fortune fantasy where I needed to choose the color for the suede headliner in my Hummer H2, he started to tell me that I had great forearms and I should take some classes with him to see where it takes me. That was all I needed to hear. He handed me his business card, which to no surprise had the image of 2 arms wrestling emblazoned on it. I carefully put his card in my wallet, knowing that great wealth and abuse of star power could be only a couple of months away.

A few minutes later I figured he was either cruising me or was just a weirdo, so I tossed out the card and went to lunch feeling kinda creepy.