A weekend with friends.

"When are you going to start making some serious money? This has been going on far too long." It was a fair enough question, so I tell my guest for the weekend - "The future of gambling is online! The reason I say is eventually everything will go state by state and federal laws will take a backseat! I will be in the middle of things when it happens!" My guest for the weekend and his wife were in town from Arizona. They had just spent a month at the Royal's training camp. I got the feeling they were tired of eating out judging by all the time spent in the kitchen - "What the heck does state by state have to do with online gambling? And by the way if you are still supporting that moron Trump...I will puke!"

Example: If you buy a medical marijuana card in California it is reciprocal with Nevada dispensaries. In this case the federal government has limited (and eventually if you're a betting man) no say in how it operates. Here's another way to look at it - "Why should people in New England have any say over how business is done in Kansas? And vice verse. Let states make healthy compacts among themselves and throw the federal laws out the door!"

My guest responds by saying - "So you're telling me a state like Kansas will legalize online gaming and one day it will be reciprocal with Nevada and other states." My eyes lit up when responding - "You hit it right on the head! I couldn't have said it any better. That's exactly what I anticipate will happen." He wasn't buying the argument - "That will be a hard fight for a state as conservative as Kansas. I just don't see it happening." There was a time and place when I would have agreed with him, but not anymore - "Look," I say intently, "Kansas' attempt to emulate Texas has been an epic failure and everybody knows it! What is it now? Six hundred million in the hole and counting. The state will be forced to look at new ways of generating revenue. Legalize online gaming and tax the sin out of it! There's plenty of money to go around if done correctly."

As my guest and his wife and I sit down for our third hearty meal of the day, I add - "How do you think the Royal's will fair this year?" I'll be honest with people when it comes to the Royal's and me. I could care less how they're season goes...But not my guest. He's been bleeding Royal blue for 40+ years - "Their middle relief is suspect," he says, "Plus they lost the hired guns from last year. But they will be in the thick of things at the end of the year."

Oh, one last thing. You can actually bet on who will be elected president through a number of European bookmakers. The last time I looked Hillary was a healthy favorite to win the election (which makes me dry heave). My boy Trump is listed at five to one. So it's not looking too bright. Doesn't matter to me! I will vote Trump come election time regardless.

Stop feeling sorry for myself.

After a horrible day at work yesterday I find myself riding the Metro home. As I sit there with my head in my hands feeling sorry for myself I take notice of a skeletal looking gentlemen in his wheel chair. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the configurations of a Metro bus in Las Vegas - it looks something like this.

The first quarter of the bus is reserved for the handicapped and elderly. When a handicapped person enters the bus they are put in the area and all four of their wheel chair wheels are tethered to what I would describe as long metal pipes (not sure of exact word) and then the pipes are pushed firmly around the wheels in order to secure the chair. I have never given it a second thought until last night.

See, the poor bastard who was tethered into the spot was a quadriplegic and the lever he used to move the chair was underneath his chin. As far as I could tell it was the only part of his body able to move. Well, his stop comes and the driver goes to release him. Unfortunately, his right front wheel is jammed in the pipe and won't release.

The bus driver tries, unsuccessfully, for what I would guess fifteen minutes to free the wheel from the bar. As she is about ready to give up and radio her supervisor I approach and offer to help. Both of us reach down and grab the wheel and lift it. I then kick the bar out of the way. It frees him. I try to slide behind him in order to get back to my seat. He wasn't having it. I am literally chased off the bus as his chair knocks against the sides of the aisle exiting..

I get back on the bus and take my seat. I then look to my right and notice a lady is crying. She says to me - "No one can complain about their life when you see a person like that." I nod my head in agreement and instantly stop feeling sorry for myself.