One Night in VegasShareThis
So, I need better (or more) sites to read for sports info and entertainment, so I’m soliciting your advice – what are your “must-hits”?
Why isn’t there a less-pc ESPN? I’d love to have the information of ESPN, but without the politically correctness of a major news station. Just a bunch of guys who can deliver news articles with headings like “Kurt Warner is playoff hero, douche bag.”
In fact, I wouldn’t even need actual sources. I’d like to read someone who takes every ESPN article, and the second it comes out, funnies it up. It’s sports, not CNN fellas.
CC Sabathia signs 165 million dollar contract, receipt at Krispy Kreme.
So, I went to VEEEEGAAAAAAS! this past Thursday night, one night only.
The miles you put on in Vegas is breathtaking. I literally wore through my sandals when I was there with Bri, and would have done the same this time if the new ones weren’t the type where they pour cheap rubber into a mold - they end up lasting for ALL ETERNITY because there’s no fabric on them.
This happens because you can’t just stay at one place. Staying at one place in Vegas would be like going to Vegas and only seeing one place. It’d be really, really like that.
So like the Jay Z song, you’re “on to the next one, on to the next one”. And of course, Vegas is unlike anywhere in the world in terms of cost range. You can do it on the cheap, or you can do it on the HOLYCRAPLOOKHOWRICHIAM, which is a slightly different level.
Bri and I were patient. We’d hunt down the cocktailer (remember the Friends where Joey thinks it’s normal for his tailor to move his junk from side to side to measure his inseam? He was a different type of cocktailer), get in front of her, put a buck in a slot machine and order two beers. “We’re playing, see?” Buck in the slot, two to the girl = three bucks, two beers and the chance to win something (you drink free when gambling, if you didn’t pick that up).
Thursday night, we were a little more rushed, so we just stopped by one of the mid-casino bars. Two shots. Two beers. 38 dollars. BEFORE TIP. What’s worse, is that no lube was provided.
As you can imagine, the morning after a Vegas evening feels a little like fighting one of those Mexicans boxers in the 103 pound weight class, where you never really get knocked out, but you JUST. KEEP. GETTING. HIT.
My morning after involved sitting at an RV auction where the auctioneer JUST. KEPT. TALKING. and the lady acknowledging bids just straight yelled. Hangover worst-case-scenario. I guess I deserved it.
With my fiance gone, I find myself doing shit I don’t even like doing, cause this is my big chance, y’know? Like not making the bed or doing the dishes, when in reality, I love a clean kitchen and tidy bed. I’m leaving clothes around just because, as a male, I feel obligated to. I dunno. I’m not sure what I’m trying to prove here.
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And last for this morning — I’ll be on MSG+ this Thursday when the Devils take on the Coyotes, between the second and third periods. Strong chance I heap praise on both teams, then launch a verbal blitzkreig at Jovonovski for being a crappy, cheap excuse for a defenseman.