Sports chatter in Las Vegas + parking issues solved...

Hockey has never been a big deal to me. It's probably because I didn't grow up around it. I've tried a few times through life to watch games but just can't stay focused. It has always been football and basketball for the village idiot. But now, things are different, I am thinking about jumping on the Golden Knight's bandwagon:

Everyone in town is enjoying the Knight's inaugural season. They are sporting one of the best records in the NHL. They're steadily becoming the darling's of Las Vegas, and that is saying a lot. Anyhoo, the Knight's started the season as 500-1 long shots in a couple of places around town. The odds shrank considerably. The most recent show them as 8-1 to win it all.

I can tell you this with all certainty...the Knight's are the most heavily wagered team in the NHL. That's what the books are saying. The guy who runs Westgate said, and I quote - "The Golden Knight's bring in five times more action than any competing NHL game. They are bringing money to the book that is unheard of for hockey. Not only the town, but a lot of non traditional fans are taking up with the Knight's, and they have some of the best minds in hockey running the show," end quote.

I have decided attending a Golden Knight's game is going to be one of my resolutions for 2018. It will be easy to get to. The Knight's have a deal with the transit authority for game day pickups. Basically, I can get on a bus for two dollars and they will drop me off at the front door of the arena. I can get on the same bus after the game and they will drop me off a block from my condo. Las Vegas is smart in how they move people. I will give the town that much. I recently heard the Raiders solved the lingering parking issues for the new stadium. What they are going to do, apparently, is build walk ways over or under the 15 so people can park at the resorts - 2018 is shaping up to be an interesting year for things in Las Vegas. I am eagerly looking forward to it.

The owls of Greenwood County...

A buddy of mine from high school posted a picture of an owl on his timeline. The pic got me thinking about another mutual high school friend who actually had a pet owl. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen:

Slim was in my graduating class. We have been friends since the sixth grade. Growing up in rural Kansas you are apt to meet people like Slim...good people, salt of the earth people. Slim was/is a farm boy through and through and one night back in high school a bunch of us were gathered at his place for a soiree. He asks me if I had ever seen an owl close up. I hadn't - "You are in for a treat city boy," he tells me as he walks into the other room - "Hold on for a second." I then hear him say in a soft tone - "How are you doing buddy. I got someone I want you to meet." He waves me into the room and lo and behold there is a baby owl sitting on a blanket in the closet. Looking back, I think it was one of the cutest things I have ever seen - "Where did you get this at Slim." Pet owls were not the norm, but Slim was not your normal guy - "He fell out of the nest in the hay barn and I picked him up." I ask what the name is - "I named him Ollie. The two of us are best buddies."

Ollie the owl brought Slim some recognition from his peers. There was a league photography contest and Slim took a picture of Ollie and added a gold sheer to it (not sure if I am saying it right)...Anyhoo, it was the neatest picture I had ever seen. This was way before all the technology was around - The picture ended up bringing home a first place ribbon.

Turns out Slim wasn't the only guy in town with a pet owl. My buddy Org had a pet owl as well. Hooter was a party favorite and solely responsible for thinning out the stray cat population in town. I didn't know him to well, but I remember him -  So I guess the point of this entire post is I must enjoy seeing owls. It brings back fond memories.

Some good news + Economy talk with Mad Max...

I have some good news to report today. My fathers ablation was a success and the doctor has given the green light for him to resume his active lifestyle - Everyone is pleased with the diagnosis. It is good to hear he will be ready to roll when K-State comes to Phoenix for their bowl game:

I chatted with Mad Max the other day. He's liking the direction our economy is going now that we are headed into 2018 - "I will admit this about your idol. He knows how to get the economy going. I really think 2018 is the year we see some of his efforts pay off. The tax cuts are the greatest thing that has happened to this country in thirty plus years." Mad Max is Trump man numero uno. I don't know why he always refers to Trump as 'my idol.' He's the one with the crush on him.

"You know what Mad Max?" The two of us have our philosophical differences every now and then, but we both are square one with the belief Trump is the best guy for the economy - "I told you from the get go the reason I liked Trump was his position on China and how we weren't getting a fair shake with them. He said he was going to do something about it and I would like to see him keep his word now that he won the job." 

Mad Max is in the energy business and Trump's visit to Asia last month resulted in kudos for energy - "I told you we were digging again after your idol came back from China last month. You and this China man bullshit...I hate to say this, but it turns out you have been right the whole time about these motherfuckers." Until recently, Mad Max and I had differing views on how important Asian consumers can be...he thought not much - I have thought Mount Rushmore from the beginning.

20 dimes moves to the neighborhood...

"Goddammit 20! How the hell you been?" Last night I was fortunate enough to be hanging around a Las Vegas original. The one and only 20 dimes - "I live in the neighborhood now Rob." I first met Twenty at a gig on Rainbow a little while back...I like him - "Come on in and take a load off my man. We got some catching up to do."

20 goes back and forth to SoCal on a consistent basis. He was back in town for the holidays and staying at a place right down the road from mine - "The place looks nice Tornado." He calls me Tornado in homage to my Kansas roots...I like it - "I tell you what Twenty. It sure is good to see you. You always bring a lot of positive vibe with you. I sure can use it." 20 is a guy who looks at a cup half full. He's a positive guy all the time and I am hoping his enthusiasm will run off on me.

We spend the evening reminiscing a little about the past and talking heavily about the future - "Tornado, what is it that you are doing for money right now?" I tell him I am broke as a joke and need to make some money - "You are too smart to be broke Tornado. I bet I can help you make some money." He shares a few proven strategies with me, I say - "Do you want to know something 20? I like your pitch. Make it happen!"

Twenty is interesting in many facets. When I look at him I see the embodiment of a person who wants to be successful, and he is a hell of a nice guy - "Goddammit 20! It was good to see you," I tell him as we bro' hug and prepare for his exit - "You just remember that we are neighbors right now Tornado, and neighbors look out for one another," is his parting words.

Larry Bird wannabe's + a trip to Houston + the crystal ball

I saw a picture of a lifelong buddy of mine on Face Book today. He is doing what he has always wanted to do for a living and I am proud of him for it. Anyhoo, after viewing his picture for a moment, the memory of the first time we met came back to me:

I was twelve years old and attending summer basketball camp at Kansas State when I first encountered him. We were two Larry Bird wannabe's from neighboring towns - "This kid sucks. He can't make a shot to save his life." He had the audacity to question my abilities, and he did it in front of a group of my fellow Madisonites. I was enraged by his lack of court etiquette and thus took the basketball I was holding at the time and promptly launched it at his head...he ducks in the nick of time - "Go get that ball son!" He yells as I watch it roll halfway across campus - Who would have thought such a cherished friendship would begin like that?

Bute and I went back and forth today on a few things. He lives in Houston and owns an air conditioning company and wants to explore some next level ways to increase his business - "When are you going to come to visit me? You come out any time you want. I have some ideas I think will fit right into your way of doing things." Bute's a fan of the blog. We took an earlier turn at things and it didn't go how either wanted, but that was then, this is now - "Bute - How does the second or third week of January sound for a visit?" Bute has always been a go-getter. Now he is putting off some contagious enthusiasm - "Sounds good to me. Give me the exact time and dates and will do it up." Looks like I will be headed to Houston in the near future. I am looking forward to it.

Beating the Raiders at home was no big deal. I take that back. It snapped a four game losing streak, so yeah it was a big deal. I'm just not impressed much is what I am trying to say. Even if they win the division and host a playoff game and are lucky enough to win in the opening round...it is off to Pittsburgh or New England and season is over. That is what my crystal ball is telling me. I hope my crystal ball is wrong and this is the year we finally see a parade. I'm not going to get worked up about it either way.

The porn star next door...

If you walk on to the porch at my condo and look to the left fifteen feet - you will be looking directly at Megan's porch. She is the porn star next door. We chat frequently from our respective porches and last night I was fortunate enough to make her acquaintance once again:

"I enjoyed the post you did about me. When you do the next one I want you to make it much dirtier." Megan is a wonderful gal and I tell her such from the porch, she says from hers - "You know us California girls. We like to have a splendid time in life." She reminds me so much of Roxy that I don't even know what to say, actually I do know what to say - "Megan, I am sure about two things in life. The first is I have never met a homeless guy who likes the Patriots - the reason they tell me is always the same - 'They're cheaters!' - The second thing is California girls are the best!" I then ask her to give me something juicy for the blog.

"I grew up with sand in my ass. Two blocks away from the beach in Orange County. It was a wonderful place to grow up. Being I am a California girl I was in the business for a while when I was younger, and it was a lot of fun. I moved to Vegas in my twenties and the party continued for a few more years, and then I had my son, he changed things quite a bit for me," she then smiles and adds, "I still have plenty of my moments, but it's not all about me anymore." Megan has had her ups and downs in life, you know, just like everyone else - I ask -"So how long have you been working the bar scene?" Joel and her were friends from the scene and I first met Megan at a bar she was working at in the neighborhood. I would have never guessed she would become my next door neighbor...small world.

"I've been working the scene for fifteen years now and it has been fun." I enjoyed Megan as a bartender. She's personable, she's pretty, she gives off a good vibe. I tell her such and she says - "You have got to be the sweetest guy I have ever met. How come a guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend?" I tell her I am broke and can't afford one right now, but I am optimistic things will change - "You know something Rob. You're always stoked about things even when they aren't going your way. I like that about you. You are always so positive when we talk." It is easy for me to be positive around her, but I am not always positive. I tell her such and she asks what it is that irritates me - "Watching the Chiefs play has been very irritating to me as of late. Watching Chinatown grow and not getting in on the action has been irritating to me as well. Hopefully, I correct that soon. The Chiefs are a lost cause though."

That was a good question. You know. What irritates me? I ask her the question and she says - "In the scene you have to be able to put up with a lot of bullshit or you won't make any money. I have very thick skin. I will tell you this. I hate it when some guy comes in to the bar and starts being vulgar like saying - 'I watched one of your videos and I will fuck you better than that guy.' That is the guy who usually gets the shit slapped out of him." I ask if that is common - "More than you would think. It's one of those things that come with the territory."

Happy birthday dad + start the Mahomes era now + job search

I would like to start this post off by saying HBD to my father. He turns a young seventy five today. I am appreciative of everything you do for me and am happy to see that K-State gave you a wonderful present with their bowl game coming to your back yard. You deserve it! I will chat with you real soon... Love, Rob:

It all starts with a change at QB1. I understand it's not all Alex's fault. Lots of things need correction. But start somewhere and that somewhere should be at QB1. Alex had a chance to lead us to a game tying touchdown on the last drive and came up lame. This loss should be his swan song. Put in Mahomes and see what happens. That's the overlying thought in Chief Nation. Alex will be just fine and come next year he'll have a job somewhere else. Start the Mahomes era now!

Tomorrow I am headed down to talk with my friend Joe at Amore's. I approached him a while back about doing a podcast from his restaurant. I worked there for a minute when I first got to town and we had a good looking chef named Rizzo who I would follow around and film. Rizzo is a ringer and works at a fancy joint on the strip nowadays. The point is I had a lot of fun working at Amore's and I feel if Joe is up for it I could have some more fun there. I will know more about this soon.

I don't know what to say about the Chiefs anymore, so I will say nothing. Actually, I will say that I am ready for KU basketball to hit full swing. It will help ease the pain caused by the Chiefs. What a sham! Before I go, one last happy birthday to my father - I am excited K-State is coming to town for you.

Talking Chinatown & football with a fellow Trump man...

"Now listen. All I have to do is round up a few of my colleagues and make my way through Chinatown again. The goal is to get fifty of them under the umbrella." I have been looking for not just a job, but a direction as well - I was explaining to my friend Junior a plausible course of action - "Look, if we can get fifty or so of those restaurants in Chinatown under our umbrella...I mean really under our umbrella! The potential to stack money to the ceiling starts to look like a reality." Junior has heard the spiel before, but not this intensified.

"So what is it that you think will happen when you get fifty restaurants under your umbrella. What good is that going to do us?" Junior is a fan of the blog, so I reiterate my history and connections in Chinatown so he understands I am proven and am eager to prove again - "What I would do is real simple for someone like me. I would get a few of my buddies and we would go through some restaurants and explain the pluses of selling their food online and how we can get them to platforms. We would also look to cross sell your product as well, you know, as a tag along to the restaurants." Junior sells beef jerky, and he is starting to sell a lot of it. His Asian clientele is limited and I would like to help him expand it. The key will be introducing it to them. I am confident in my abilities to do such.

"So what is the next step? How do you plan on getting fifty restaurants under your umbrella when you don't even have a job?" I have been thinking about who my best buddy is since Joel split town and since Junior & Brenda come to town so frequently, I feel he is deserving of the title. I tell him such and he says - "Okay, fat boy. How much do you need? I know you said you wanted to get a lawyer involved. Who are you going to get to go with you when you start rolling through Chinatown?" I tell him I am trying to raise two grand and the money will go straight to legal work and a new suit. I also add - "Kam & Mike are on stand by. If things are done correctly we will have fifty of them in a few months. What would a healthy slice of fifty restaurants in Chinatown bring on a reoccurring basis?" I wait a second for his answer and then I decide to answer my own question - "A lot boy...a whole lot!"

He tells me he will talk with Brenda about the money and get back with me soon. The talk turns to football - "Your team is horrible. It looks like they have thrown in the towel already. Are you embarrassed by their play." Junior is a Steeler's fan and is counting the days until they play New England - I add - "Geez, thanks for reminding me how bad they are playing. They looked like a legitimate parade team at the first part of the season and now they look like they are playing for the lottery pick in next years draft. It is not making me and the rest of the Chief Nation happy." Junior teases me about how Kansas City will never see a parade and he is looking forward to attending the parade in Pittsburgh - "Don't get too excited," I tell him - "You still have to get past Belicheater."

Orange POTUS & the China wave.

I talked with Mad Max the other day and he told me his business was in line to pick up some China cash that otherwise wouldn't have come their way if not for Trump - "Orange POTUS goes to China and the next thing you know we are digging again." Mad Max is in the energy business and he was happy about Trump's recent visit to Asia. I ask him to clarify things a bit more - "Your idol just worked out a couple billion dollars in trade with the China man. Like I said, we are digging again."

I am glad to hear a windfall is in order for him. For all of you who read the blog on a consistent basis. You know my feelings on China and Chinatown. Energy is an easy one for us to sell. The country is proficient at it. I advise paying attention to Asian consumers because under better trade policies they will multiply. According to the U.S Census Bureau - "The population of California will be fifty percent Asian by 2050." That is a lot of them folks...

Thanksgiving in the desert.

The Thanksgiving holiday started when my brother and his family picked me up in Las Vegas Wednesday morning for the four and a half hour ride to Phoenix for Thanksgiving with the parents. On the way down we played catch up - "How has Las Vegas been since the massacre? Did they ever figure out any sort of motive?" My younger brother Jamie was driving and his wife Cathy and my youngest niece Makaila were riding in back - "Nothing is clear on the motive as far as I have heard. You are starting to hear one conspiracy theory after another." I then ask how things are in Kansas, "Same shit different day," is his answer.

We arrive at the parents and settle down for a drink. I tell dad the stuff I am seeing in Las Vegas and where I think the Trump presidency is leading it towards - "I can tell you this unequivocally, most Asians are fans of Trump. And the reason is they feel he is a business man and that's what Asians are all about. Chinatown is booming and all the restaurants I told you about have only multiplied." Chinatown and all the possibilities are not one of his favorite things to discuss - "Remember when you were there last time. It cost you money and you didn't get anything out of it. I don't want to see that happen again." The failures have been many in my life, but still I must keep trying. Chinatown is an easy fix given the right support - "Last time I let go of the restaurants without a solid deal for me on the back end. This time will be much more different. I will shoot for fifty of them under my umbrella. Once that happens I will find a suitable platform for them with a square deal for us. I killed it once down there and didn't know what I was doing. Just imagine what could happen now that I know how things work."

We spend the Thanksgiving Day devouring everything in sight and watching football. The next day Jamie, Cathy & the kids head to a relatives wedding on the other side of town. I ask dad & Sharon if they want to go see a movie. They politely decline so I head to Daddy's Home 2 all by my lonesome. The movie was funny. You can't go wrong with Mark Wahlberg has always been my thought. When I get back from the movie he asks how it was - "I don't think Daddy's Home 2 is going to win any Oscar's, but it was funny and I enjoyed it." He asks who all was in it - "Will Ferrell, Mark Wahlberg, Mel Gibson & John Lithgow were the main stars. I tell you this much anytime Mark Wahlberg is in a movie you know it is going to be good." My dad is not familiar with Mark Wahlberg's history so I tell him how he once the leader of Marky Mark & the Funky Bunch and now he is the biggest movie star there is. He asks what my favorite movie of his is - "Oh, that is an easy one," I then add - "Boogie Night's is the greatest film of all time."

Saturday afternoon we settle around the television to watch my fathers alumni (Kansas State) play their season finale against Iowa State - "Jesus, I swear I am going to have a heart attack watching this game," I say to the rest of the family. The final play of the game will live in Wildcat lore forever - "Yes!" Jamie yells as Thompson tosses the winning pass with no time on the clock - "Way to go K-State!" Dad yells with a smile. Everyone stood up and started high fivin' each other after the Wildcat victory. It was a moment I will not soon forget.

Sunday comes and it is time to say goodbye to the parents and make my way back home. Jamie and his family were flying out of Vegas as well. So I caught another ride home with them. On the way back we discuss the Chiefs and what they should do to break away from their slump - "Bench Alex is the first thing I think Andy should do. Give the kid his spot now. There is other stuff to be done as well but start with a change at QB1 and go from there." Jamie adds - "The offensive line isn't playing all that well and their defense is suspect as hell. How do they go from playing as well as I have ever seen them to playing as bad? All in six weeks. What a sham!"

I would like to end the post by telling everyone how grateful I am to have such swell family and friends. I hope everyone out there had a wonderful holiday as well. Oh, one more thing, my friends Junior & Brenda were in town for the holiday weekend and I ended up having dinner with them Monday night. What an awesome way to end the holiday.

My new best buddy.

I am starting to believe I have found a new best buddy. Been looking for one since Joel split town...you always got to keep your eyes peeled to what's closest - "Megan, I really like you. Is it okay if I start calling you best buddy?" I say to her as we shoot the breeze on our back porches last night:

I got to tell you about my neighbor and new best buddy Megan. She's a little different than most of the other best buddies I have had - "I like this bro thing we have going Rob." Megan is my next door neighbor and I chat with her frequently about the comings and goings of Las Vegas. We discussed our Thanksgiving plans last night. I tell her I am headed to Phoenix for the weekend and she says - "Just me, my son and his father. I made a bunch of breads and pies for the holiday. I will save some for you." She's a Cali turned Vegas girl. I see them all the time and I love them. She reminds me of Roxy a bunch.

"I have to tell you something Megan. You sure are a nice person and I enjoy having you as a neighbor. It's like you and I are best buddies...definitely bro's." Megan is an Orange County girl who grew up on the beach. She headed to Vegas in her twenties and had a good time. Now in her mid 30's she has grown a lot - "You and all the other Cali girls in Vegas are my favorite because you are all so friendly," I then add with a wide smile - "I think my friend James is going to hold the fort down why I am out of town. So if you see this big muscle bound looking guy around, you'll know who I am talking about."

Our conversation is about to finish and I say - "You would make good fodder for the blog. You are so likeable and I bet my readers would find you the same. Would you be up for something like that?"  In typical Cali girl fashion she answers -"You do what you got to do to make yourself better Rob." I tell her I will have something for her to look at and if she likes it we will go from there. It feels like a new best buddy to me - Before I go I have one last thing to add - "I hope everyone has a great holiday weekend and I know I am certainly looking forward to it."

Chief's football + conspiracy theories + Chinatown

Roy claims it sucks knowing what is going to happen before it even happens. He says he has witnessed this story time and time again with the Chiefs - "Don't you start changing your tune about the Chiefs. You told me this was their year. I told you not with Alex Smith at QB1," he then adds, "You know what? He is just a piece of the problem. The defense has more holes in it than all the conspiracy theories about the slaughter. Bye the way, did they ever figure out why that nut job did what he did?"

The shooter's motive is still unclear. The last I heard the sheriff thought it could be related to his fallen status in the gaming industry. In other words, he was losing a lot. The theory still seems shaky to me and I told Roy such - "Are you telling me this guy did what he did because he was on a losing streak?" Again, it still seems shaky, so I reiterate what I have been hearing - "That is the story Metro is telling. I don't think they are ready to commit to it. But it sounds like it is pointing in that direction." The toll of the slaughter is lingering around town. Once they figure out the shooter's motive for real, well, it will help lift the fog some.

Roy goes on about how he is so disappointed in the Chiefs for trading Dontari Poe - "No run stuffer. Teams are running down our throats. One of the guys they brought in to help replace Dontari just got arrested and cut from the team. I really think they spent all their money on offense and forgot about defense." I agree with him, but I don't think it is over yet. There is still a bunch of football to be played. He says - "Big deal if they make it to the playoffs. Their division sucks. You know they will be forced to play on the road if they are lucky enough to win in the first round. Pittsburgh or New England will beat them in the second." At least they will win the division and we can brag about that during the off season. I share the thought with Roy - "Big fucking deal!" He yells angrily, "I want to see them win it all. I don't care about a division title and neither do any of the fans."

I would like to end this post with a favorite subject of mine - Chinatown. Trump made a campaign promise to the American people he would help level the playing field as pertains to trade policies with our foreign counterparts. If you have been following the blog on a consistent basis than you are familiar with my beliefs as pertains to Chinatown and the Asian consumer as a whole. I will leave it at that, but, I feel I must forewarn my readers. There will be a lot to do about Chinatown once I figure out what Trump's plan is for sure. Something is better than nothing is my belief. And I believe if he does something it will be enough for me.

A Trump man in Chinatown.

"Folks, China has been screwing us for years. I have a bunch of friends who are Chinese. Jeez, the Bank of China is a tenant of mine. They are laughing at us because of how bad our leadership is. When I am president I will reverse that and this country will have so many wins it will be unbelievable...believe me."


~ President Trump


More campaign broken promise bullshit, or are we going to see some action. It is time for President Trump to keep a campaign promise. Do not blame everything on the past. I want him to grab the bull by the horns in China and set some better trade policies for our country. The trade deficit is, "out of kilter." I'm tired of the sound bytes. I want some action done in China. Think of it this way. If the trade deficit last year alone was 346 billion and America is able to reverse it a little. Let's just say 1%. All of a sudden, you have close to three and a half billion that remains state side.

"You and this Chinatown bullshit never ends. I would think you would be ready to move on. There is no future for you there. They only deal with their own kind." Mad Max and I have been debating the worth of our current president and China has been a hot topic as of late - "First of all moron. You have no idea how the Asians think or do business. Not a clue. You have never had any Asian friends and as far as I am concerned your opinion means nothing." Mad Max is a big asshole a lot of the times so I have to be firm with him or he will try to bull me over.

"So you're fucking smart and I am nothing but a stupid hillbilly. If that is the case why aren't you rich by now. How long have you been going on about Chinatown? You are still broke motherfucker. Let's see some action out of you." It feels good to air things out with him. It is good therapy for the two of us. "Look," I say intently, "It's your idol who got me all worked up. He knows China better than any of these other hacks who could have got elected. He said he was going to do something to make a better deal for the country and I am ready for him to keep his fucking word!"

I don't like to toot my horn too much, but I will now. Our president is in a as good a situation as we can ask for. From what I am gathering there is going to be some significant things happening between the two of us. A lot of things were already set in motion but I look for Trump's vision to enhance the current structure. If what I believe will happen trickles its way back to Chinatown - I will be ready.

Chinatown chatter + armchair quarterbacking

"Donald Trump did not get elected president to make Rob Astle rich." I have been going back and forth with my friend Mad Max in Kansas about the value of our current president - "During his campaign he said some strong things about China and trade policies that not everyone likes to hear, but he was telling the truth. It is time for him to 'walk the walk." - People who follow the blog on a consistent basis know my feelings about Chinatown and all the opportunities.

"He has lifted a bunch of regulations that were hindering progress. There are a lot more places to drill now." Mad Max is liking the things that benefit him. I want to see some things I know about get cut a few breaks as well - "I have spent a long time forging relationships in Chinatown. A lot of those guys are watching the way Trump handles things as well. They think exactly like me when it comes to the girth of Asian audiences."

There has been some hardcore fan chatter about the Chiefs and what direction they should take once the bye is over. My armchair quarterbacking tells me to stick with Alex through thick and thin for the year, no matter what. Roy says we have seen this story before and he is ready to see what Mahome can do.

more tidbits

It would be very nice if the Chiefs pulled one out in Dallas. Head into bye week with a 7-2 record and a hefty lead in their division. I drove by the Raiders stadium site recently and saw a few things going on. November, 15 is the big launch date for the start of construction. I'm looking forward to seeing it come to fruition. It will be good for Las Vegas in many ways. It will help the town get past the hangover of the massacre.

I was watching this guy on local news and he was commenting about the trade deficits our country suffers with most of the Pacific Rim. China alone is three hundred billion plus. Let me get to the point. The main reason I supported Trump is his vocal stance on China and how much they have gained and we have lost because of current trade policies - "We are getting screwed folks, and they are laughing at us. Have any of you ever asked yourself why we can't sell stuff there? I am going to cut a much better deal for the country when I am president...believe me." I am ready for him to make good on his campaign promise.

The eight grand hit.

My buddy Bute in Houston got in to a fifteen month no interest sweepstakes that entailed his money back if the Astros win the World Series. We are not talking chump change. Houston winning would put eight grand back in his pocket. I chatted with him before the start of game seven last night and it was obvious he was pumped up:

"The bastards are going to give me a heart attack village idiot. I don't know how much more I can take. They went seven with the Yank's and now another game seven. I'm serious. Everyone around me is trying to calm me down." I tell him to chill and everything will be okay no matter if they win or lose - "I have been waiting a long time for this to happen amigo. It's like how you always tell me you want to see the Chiefs win the Super Bowl. Plus I have eight grand riding on it."

Eight grand will elevate anyone's heart level. I told him to relax again and just enjoy - "No matter win or lose I have enjoyed the Astros this year. They have been good for the town." Bute's neck of the woods saw some damage from the hurricane and he has described some of the places in town as Mad Max like - "I'm ready to get that money!" He then tells me to thank Junior for Alex Bregman. He was referring to our friend Junior in Albuquerque and the Astros third baseman who is a native as well.

"It looks like I will be headed to Phoenix for Thanksgiving. Jamie, Cathy & the nieces are going to dads and then Cathy's niece is getting married over the weekend. I'm looking forward to it. What are your holiday plans?" I thought a change of banter would be calming for him - "Spending it with the family," he replies. He then asks how old Jamie's kids are nowadays - "Emily is a freshman at UMKC and Makaila is a sophomore in high school. They are both doing well and I am looking forward to seeing them over the holidays."

The talk turns to something more than baseball or money - "It's not just the money. The Astros have brought a lot of welcome relief to the town. People here deserve a title, and I know the cardiac kids are going to bring it home for us." - I am happy to report Houston won and Bute is relishing the moment. I hope the Chiefs win the Super Bowl one of these days. To me it would be like an experience Bute is having now. I will definitely be at the parade when it happens!

Flamingo & Durango shooting + Steve Wynn + Fans fighting

I met a guy who is originally from North Carolina a few years back in Las Vegas. We have become very good friends since. He came over last night to watch the game and have a few cocktails:

"I heard a guy got smoked in your neighborhood. I thought you lived in the nice part of town." He was referring to a shooting that happened yesterday morning at the corner of Flaming and Durango - "It doesn't matter what part of town you live in. You can get smoked anywhere in Las Vegas," I reply, I then add, "Do you still carry your gun with you everywhere you go?" - "Damn straight I do. It is better to have a gun and not need it than need a gun and not have it. That has always been my philosophy," he replies.

"Have things returned to normal on the strip since the massacre? I mean as normal as it can be." James works security on the strip and has been stationed at Mandalay Bay the last week for a convention - "It is kind of weird to be honest with you. Nobody is talking about it. It seems to me like business as usual. I did hear Steve Wynn has upped things quite a bit at his places. Bag checks and metal detectors. My buddy at work said the Wynn properties are loaded with a lot of ex Israeli commandos working security." I read an article the other day where Steve Wynn stated a shooter would not last three minutes at his properties. I told James that and he says - "Hopefully, he never has to back that proclamation up."

We change the talk to football and he tells me about a fight he got in at a Panther's game when he lived in North Carolina - "I was younger and a lot meaner back then. They were playing the Giants and a bunch of loudmouths from New York were in the seats in front of me. They wouldn't sit down and you know how people bring fences to games with a big wooden D on them. He kept shoving that thing in my face. I tried to be polite about it, but they were drunk. So I grabbed the prop from them and smashed it. The next thing you know it was on. My buddy and I were swinging it out with these guys in the upper deck. Security eventually got there and threw us out. It's a good thing all this was before cellphones came along. If not I'm sure I would have been on the Internet two minutes after it happened." I was laughing so hard while he told the story I damn near fell out of my seat.

paranoia

"I don't know what's going to happen man. But I want to have my kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames."

~ Jim Morrison


I chatted with my friend Mad Max from Kansas today. He indicated a while back he was planning on attending the rodeo at Thomas & Mack in December. I was checking to see if he still planned on doing such - "I wouldn't set foot in Las Vegas for all the tea in China, not after what happened. I have decided it is better for me to stay in my neck of the woods." I wasn't surprised the massacre reignited his end of the world diatribe. After all, that's why people call him Mad Max - "Isn't anyone out there paying attention. How does a guy bring that much weaponry into a place like Mandalay Bay and no one is the wiser?"

I give my opinion on the matter - "All you have to do is break down everything and put it in a suitcase. No one at the resort is going to know. They don't have metal detectors at the door or anything like that. Casino security is more honed in on trying to catch people cheating is my assumption. A maniac with tons of guns isn't at the top of the list - I would guess, and I'm just guessing, they thought something like the massacre was never going to happen. You can't live your life thinking something like that is going to happen. Who wants to live like that?" Apparently, he does - "You have been calling me an idiot and every other name when I tell you the country is headed towards guerrilla warfare. Answer this for me genius. How many other motherfuckers are out there who could go postal at any moment?"

"How am I suppose to know that?" I then add - "Look, like I said, people can't walk around life thinking the worse. I certainly don't think that way." Like I said earlier, his end of the world rhetoric was back and as prevalent as ever - "I will not go to a place that won't allow me to carry. I know I can't bring a weapon with me to Vegas, so I just have to rule it out. Now, if one of these motherfuckers wants to come to Northern Greenwood County and try their luck. Well, at least I will be well equipped to respond. The last thing in the world I want to be is a sitting duck."

I reassure him the odds of being caught in a One October sort of tragedy are highly improbable and encourage him to reconsider coming to Las Vegas for the rodeo - "Sorry my friend. Not going to happen," he then adds, "You know the thing that sticks in my mind most about the slaughter. I'm a country music guy and I can see my girl dragging me to something like the Route 91 festival if we were in Vegas - From now on I go no where without a weapon. If it's not allowed...I don't go!"

The end of the road for best buddy & me.

A tear came to my eye as I watched him load the last of his things into the truck - "Best buddy, it has been an awesome experience reconnecting with you the last couple months. I just have one favor to ask before you leave town. My neighbor has been giving me the friendly eye for a while and I want you to slam her before you leave town and tell me what it is like. If I was a younger man I would do it, but now I am too old for the awkwardness such a tryst would cause. It's not a good idea to you know what where you feed. Do you understand what I mean by that statement best buddy?"

Joel bedded scores of women in Las Vegas, so one more for the road isn't any big deal in my opinion - "She just got home dude. Go knock on her door and ask if you can borrow a cup of sugar. I guarantee she'll get the hint and all will be good." He's the only guy I know who would have a chance, but it wasn't in the cards - "Dude, I still have a bunch of shit I have to get done. I just don't have the time," he answers with a smile, "Besides, I am leaving all this shit behind me. Why don't you do it?" I again tell him the you know what where you feed story, and how I have to live here - "Come on dude! I know she wants it. Run up there and slam her real quick. All you have to do is ask best buddy," I encourage once again.

"Sorry, no time for it. If I had more time I would seriously consider it,"  I tell best buddy he must be slipping with the ladies - "Please," he then adds, "I have a list longer than my arm of women who can rebuke that. I just don't have the time." I wasn't buying his pressed for time excuse - "Look, man, all you have to do is go knock on her door and tell her you want to borrow a cup of sugar. It will take you thirty minutes at tops. I will watch over the truck while you take care of business. I want you to do it and let me know what it is like. That's not asking too much best buddy." Again, he complains about time and how he'll have to pass, he then adds - "Dude, the truth is I have to take care of one of my girls in about two hours. Then I am headed to Denver and plan on getting there just in time to watch the K-State game tomorrow. I don't have the energy or extra Viagra to satisfy your request."

We bear hug each other and I tell him to drive carefully and to say hi to everyone in Kansas for me, I then make one more request before he leaves, "There is one thing you can do for me before you leave town since you won't slam my neighbor. I want you to admit that you and I are best buddies. Can you do that for me?" I have been trying to get him to say it since he moved in and he has refused. This time he refused with a smile - "Give me a hug you silly bastard." We hug and he says, "It is time for me to hit the road. I will text you when I get back to KC." As he turns the corner and drives out of sight. A thought comes to me - "Who is going to be my best buddy now that my best buddy is gone?"

BFFF's

"Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine and I want you to know my feelings are true. I really love you. (Ooh) Oh, you're my best friend."

My best friend ~ Queen

"Best buddy I finally figured out our theme song. Queen sings it. Do you know the song I am talking about?" My first cousin Joel has been doubling as my roommate and new best buddy for the last month and a half. The time we spent together has solidified, in my mind at least, our best buddyship - "Jesus dude, you need to give it a rest," he then adds, "You are not my best buddy. I'm sorry to tell you that." Needless to say, he is not interested in any best buddy song - that's alright - I know the truth. "What was that movie where they said they were BFFF's (best fucking friends forever)?" I then add, "That's what we are and nothing will change it," - "Pineapple Express is the movie," he then exclaims, "We are not best buddies. I'm leaving town in a couple of days. I can't be your best buddy if we're not going to see each other anymore." This whole best buddy thing means a lot more to me than him. That's alright though. He's my best buddy, at least until he leaves town, and that's just how things are. 

Clown town & the Chiefs.

I have been pulling a certain gag since I was a kid, and it's as funny as ever. My favorite trick is to get up quickly from the couch when I hear someone entering and re lock the door before they can actually enter. Last night I decided to pull the gag when I heard my cousin unlocking the front door -"Okay dude, It was funny the first ten times you did it. You really need to get some new material," I open with a wide smile and say in between my laughter - "Jeez, best buddy. I was only fooling around. Lighten up."

The talk immediately turned to Chief's football - "Best buddy, they waited too long to start playing and then a fluke play went the Steelers way. I can live with it in the regular season best buddy. It's just when they lose like that in the playoffs is when it really hurts." Joel grew up in the heart of Kansas City, but somehow became a loyal Bear's fan. KC is his second favorite team - "That loss doesn't mean much," he then adds, "They're going to lose a few games. The important thing is to maintain home field advantage for the playoffs. And they're still looking okay on that right now."

More Super Bowl talk with my best buddy.

"I'm a driver. I'm a winner. Things are going to change. I can feel it."

Loser ~ Beck


"Best buddy, last time Kansas City won the Super Bowl I wasn't even born yet. I'm an old bastard too. Isn't that sad. All I really want in life is for KC to win a Super Bowl. If that happens I could drop dead right then and there and die a happy man. That's all I want to see happen. I don't give a shit about anything else best buddy." My cousin Joel has been playing the part of on again, off again, roommate and new best buddy for the last month and a half. The two of us were sitting at my dinner table discussing what we wanted to see happen in life before we die.

"Man, you really need to set some goals that don't include Kansas City winning the Super Bowl. You have been let down by them time and time again. I would think you have more in life going for you than just hoping the Chiefs win a championship." I thought about what he said for a moment - "Not really best buddy," is my response, "Chief Nation winning the Super Bowl is all I really want to see before I die best buddy. If that happens I feel my life will be complete best buddy." I ask what he wants to see most in life - "For you to stop calling me best buddy," he replies with a smirk.

We chat about the weather for a minute and then I say - "Junior has a load riding on Pittsburgh winning at Arrowhead this weekend. I told him it is a fool's errand to think they will beat KC at Arrowhead. You know what he told me? He said, 'Alex Smith will tank and Ben will bounce back from his performance last week.' He doesn't think Alex has what it takes to get it done. What do you think about that best buddy?" All the football talk was annoying him & I didn't care. If best buddy doesn't like it he can always stay somewhere else - "I don't know man. Can we talk about anything else besides football? It's like you are obsessed. I just don't want you to be disappointed again. You know how the Chiefs are. It's not like they haven't let you down before."

"Not this year best buddy! They are clearly the best team in football right now," I then add with emphasis, "I don't care what people say about Belicheater and all the other assholes. The Super Bowl is going to run through Arrowhead this year!" Joel is a glass is half empty kind of guy - "Okay, whatever you say dude," he says sarcastically - I did not appreciate it - "Look man, if you don't pledge your allegiance to the Chief Nation right this instance you have a week to get your stuff out and find another place to live," he smirks and says, "No problem, I am moving back to Kansas City next week." I tell him I will be looking for a new best buddy next week. It didn't seem to phase him.

Uncle Ned freaks out over President Trump.

"All that pressure got you down. Has your head spinning all around. Feel the rhythm, feel the vibe. Come on along and have a real good time. Like the days of stomping at the Savoy. Now we freak, oh what a joy. Just come on down to the fifty-four. Find a spot out on the floor. Aaaahh freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic. Aaaahh Freak out! C'est Chic - Freak out!

Le Freak (Freak Out) ~ Chic


My cousin Joel has been playing the role of on again, off again, roommate for the last two months. The other day we were talking about uncle Ned and how excitable he gets when you talk to him about certain things. Politics and President Trump are a few of those things:

"If you want to hear uncle Ned freak out all you have to do is say to him, 'Donald Trump is the greatest president of all time.' That will get a rapid fire curse word response like you have never heard from a person. It's funny. If you don't believe me listen." I grab my phone from the counter; dial Ned's number; put the phone on speaker and wait for his answer.

"What are you doing butt hole?" His greetings are usually more vulgar, he must be slipping in his old age - "Ned," I say with a snicker, "Joel and I are here and we have something we want to tell you. Are you listening?" - "What is it dip shit? I am in the middle of dinner right now. Make it snappy," is his response - "Okay Ned, we just want to let you know we think Donald Trump is the greatest president of all time and him being elected is the best thing to ever happen to the country." I wait a moment for his response and then say - "Are you still there?"

"Why would you say something that fucking stupid? Jesus, even his own Secretary of State thinks he is a moron. He got elected by a bunch of dip shits like you. This fucking clown has no business being in office. Mickey Mouse could do a better job than this stink hole." I remind him it was the electoral college that elected him and Mickey Mouse did not run for president - "Shut your fucking hole!" He yells, "I can't believe that any nephew of mine is so stupid they would think this idiot is the GOAT or whatever morons like you call him."

"Ned! Ned!" I try to interrupt his volley of curse words in order I might get a word in edge wise. My attempt proves feudal - "Look, don't talk to me about that fucking moron. Did you call me up to tell me about that dumb fucker? Do you have anything interesting to add. If not I am hanging up." Before he can start another rant, I say - "Ned, just listen to me before you go. I have one thing to say to you and one thing only." I wait a moment before I respond in order to build the suspense - Ned is not a patient man - "What the fuck is it moron?" I clear my throat and yell, "Trump!" I then hang the phone up.

Talking Super Bowl with my best buddy.

"Goddammit Joel! This is their year best buddy. We have to go to the parade. I'm ready." I have an on again, off again roommate, his name is Joel, who just so happens to be my first cousin and new best buddy - "I don't know why you keep saying that. There is a long way to go before the Super Bowl gets here. Tilt your head to the left." Not only is Joel my best buddy, he also doubles as my barber - "I tell you what best buddy. They are strong at the QB spot right now. Stronger than I can ever remember. And the players. Jesus, this is the best crop of players I have ever seen. And I have been watching Chief football for thirty plus years best buddy," my enthusiasm was at a fever pitch as I watch a clump of hair hit the floor.

Joel is going through some changes in life right now, but I got to admit to everyone. He's like the best looking guy in town and women line up around the block for him, but he is sick of that and wants something new. One more thing, I have never seen anyone put as much emphasis on diet as him. I lost ten pounds the first two weeks he lived with me, Unfortunately, I put it back on when he was in San Diego - "Best buddy, I heard they were forming legislation for online gaming in a number of states. 2018 will be a banner year for online gaming if all goes as I think it will." The two of us share a passion for sports entertainment, and quite frankly sports entertainment can be very profitable if done correctly - "I know dude, we've seen first hand how much money there is. It's just they're certain things I am focused on. I have to think about my health. Turn your head to the right." I comply and a few moments later another clump of beautiful hair is on my lap.

"Have you talked with uncle Ned lately?" Uncle Ned is on the Ferry side of the family. Currently, he is living in a care center in Kansas and is as feisty as ever. "Yeah, I talked with the bozo the other day," I then add, "He was bitching about Trump and this and that. But otherwise everything is the same with him. He's looking forward to seeing us someday." He finishes shaving the back of my neck and instructs me to take a look in the mirror - "Excellent best buddy. You can always add barber to your resume. I will vouch for you." I sweep the tide of locks from the patio floor and empty them in the trash. After finishing the talk returns to Chief's football.

"If they can avoid the injury bug I really like their chances. You also got to keep Alex playing at a tremendous level. If he goes down it would make things harder." I agree with Joel wholeheartedly, losing the QB1 spot would be tough, but from everything I'm seeing Mahome would be a suitable replacement - "The kid has a rocket launcher for an arm. And they're plenty of play makers to get the ball to. Look how well Deshaun Watson played. Mahome has that kind of ability, with a bigger arm." Joel has always been a Bear's fan, even though he grew up in the heart of Kansas City - "Ditka & Payton!" He tells me every time I question his loyalties.

KC opened up at -3 and have risen to -5 as of now. As well as they are playing and being at Arrrowhead. I'm laying my money on Andy and the crew. I know there are other people who like sports entertainment as much as me. I would like to know what you're thinking. Best buddy & me in picture below.

Best buddy is back in town..

I've had an off and on roommate for the last two months. It's my cousin Joel. He is leaving Las Vegas after eleven years and moving to Florida in a few weeks in order to help my sister with her business. Anyhoo, he'd been in San Diego at a cleanse the last few weeks and returned late last night:

"Best buddy is that you?" He's not my best buddy, not even close. I refer to him as such because it makes me feel good in some strange way. So when he is staying at my abode it's 'best buddy' - "Yeah, I'm back man. How are things going?" He says in a tired tone. I give him the rundown on the last two weeks and then we start talking about the massacre - "Bute told me Teresa's cousins were at the festival when it happened and ran like hell when the gunfire erupted. They were alright. Thank goodness. Did you know anyone who was there when it happened best buddy?" - "Not that I am aware of," is his answer.

We chat about the weather for a minute and then I ask how the cleanse went - "For the most part the same," he then adds, "It seemed like you could smell a lot more marijuana in the air versus the other times I have gone." The reason he visited San Diego was to attend a cleanse. Which, from what I gathered - means a lot of meditation, wheat grass, yoga and a whole bunch of other holistic therapies. Best buddy was tan and fit. This was his third go around at a cleanse and my curiosity had piqued as to what actually goes on there. So I ask him to explain it in a little more detail.

"Think of it as checking into a minimum security women's prison. You are not supposed to leave but no one is stopping you. You can check out if you want, but it is expensive so I would advise against it." I tell him it sounds like a rehab joint, "Some of the people who go there are detoxing, but not the majority. Most are wanting the experience of a holistic, healthy lifestyle like the one I try to live. The cleanse is designed to give people guidance towards it."

Any way, it was good to see him. I then ask if he watched the Chief's game at his cleanse - "They don't allow television there, but I saw the results on my phone. They look good." Joel grew up in Kansas City and is a Bear's fan. How screwed up is that? I could tell he was tired so I added one more thing before I went back into my room - "KC is going to win the Super Bowl this year. It is their year. And I fucking mean it this time." He says the same thing everyone says to me - "We'll see, they have a habit of getting you worked up every year and not coming through." - "Not this year best buddy. They're going all the way," is my response as I close the bedroom door and head back to bed.

Andy, Alex & what Las Vegas thinks.

"I'm telling you if Alex Smith keeps playing like this the Chiefs are going to get to the Super Bowl. If you don't believe me just take a look at what Las Vegas is saying. They started the season 22-1 and up in most places around town. They're six to one, maybe seven, in most spots as of week five. They are right there with Belicheater & the Steelers as favorites to win it all." I was chatting with my friend Keith today about KC's chances of making it to the Super Bowl - "I like it more than any other time I have been watching them play in my lifetime and that is a long time my friend," I add with more vigor.

Keith is a Raider fan and thus doesn't know what to think about things this season, but not me, I am feeling really good about our chances this year, and Alex Smith is just a part of it - "Lots of ways to get you," I say with even more vigor, "Home run hitters everywhere on offense and Alex is delivering it to them." He asks about the defense - "They can make enough plays to get by as long as the offense is playing like it is now. It all rides on how well the QB1 spot is playing. That's what it boils down to in the NFL!" - My friend Roy has been giving me the KC can't win a Super Bowl with Alex Smith spiel since the day they signed him. I refuse to believe it anymore.

"Look, I'm tired of hearing KC can't win a Super Bowl with Alex Smith as quarterback, and I am sure he is tired of hearing it as well. Everyone knows that this is probably his last year in town, so he's decided to play all out for a big contract somewhere else next year. I really think Andy has got it all worked out as well. All the backs and receivers are young and ready for prime time." Keith then mentions something that means a lot out in Vegas - "They have been some covering machines this year. 5-0 against the spread. Did you throw down on them in last nights game?" - I shake my head and say - "No, I need to practice what I preach, I know that. But money is tight for the village idiot right now. But, I'll definitely be ready to rock-n-roll on the Steeler's game." He asks what the line is - "Andy and the gang opened up as three point favorites in most places around town. I really think the offense scores enough points to get it done and the defense will make a few plays. Just like what has been happening all year."

I have an idea I have to share - I'm thinking about putting a little money on KC this weekend. Does anyone else like to do things like that? If so, let me know and I can tell you about some exciting things.

Where do we go from here?

"Two cars parked on the overpass. Rocks hit the water like broken glass. I should have known right then it was too good to last. God, it's such a drag when you're living in the past."

Even the Losers ~ Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

I was up all night Sunday watching coverage of the strip massacre. I didn't fall asleep till six. My dad called around seven to make sure I was okay, after the call I fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke I grabbed the phone and started checking on the tragedy again. I could only take so much, so I started checking other news and I read Tom Petty had passed. What was already a tough morning got worse:

"You know I was scheduled to work security at Mandalay Bay Sunday, but my boss screwed up on the schedule so I didn't know. If I would have went I would have been arriving and walking into Mandalay Bay about the time the shooting started. I was suppose to be there and at my post by ten thirty." James, who works security at a number of venues around town, was explaining to me the situation he could have easily found himself in if not for his bosses clerical error - "Thank goodness your boss screwed up on the schedule. It sounds like you would have walked right into it if not for his mistake," I say as both of us realize how fortunate he was.

"Before I moved to Vegas I was going to PA school and worked as a paramedic. I remember vividly all the training that went into a mass casualty event. I missed a few that happened in North Carolina, but I know they are gruesome." - "James," I then take another sip of my drink before continuing - "Just think if you rolled through there when it was happening." He takes another swallow of his drink and says - "I don't know what I would have done. I most likely would have tried to help and would that have put me in the cross hairs? Thank goodness I will never know."

We change the subject to football for a minute but it drifts back to the massacre - "You know what the most indelible scene for me of this whole tragedy is? It's the windows that were blown out of the shooter's room on the 32nd floor. That is an image that will never get out of my head. It was unbelievable to me that someone could do that. Just raining bullets down on all those people. Man, I think Mad Max might be right about things."

"Don't listen to that dip shit!" He says with a hint of anger, "It sounds like it was a crazy guy with lots of guns. Everything is pointing to a 'lone wolf." We pour another drink and then I ask what he thinks things will be like now - "Vigilance!" He says in a matter of fact tone - "Everywhere you turn it will be a guard with a gun or a metal detector to pass through. This country will start to mimic Israel and all of their security procedures. Hopefully, it will be enough to slow it down. Nothing will ever stop it for good."

Justin Houston

"Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be. Only took a couple of days till she was rid of me. She swore that she would be all mine and love me to the end. But when I whispered in her ear - I lost another friend."

good times, bad times ~ Led Zeppelin


It has been a difficult day and a half in Las Vegas. The mass shooting has taken its toll on the community. Nonetheless, I am proud to call Las Vegas home and could not imagine living anywhere else. I don't want to harp on it because everyone is seeing more than their share from the media. I just know things are going to change. I want to tell everyone who checked in on me I appreciate the thought and I am doing fine, a little sad, but still fine. I know Las Vegas will recover and come back stronger than ever. Enough of this. Let me tell you how I got $100 richer by betting on Kansas City last night:

Junior and Brenda were in town last week and I met them for dinner at Caesar's Palace. After finishing we mosey over to the sports book so Junior can lay down his action before he heads back to Albuquerque - "The Chiefs are 6.5 favorites over the Redskins. Do you think they can cover?" I nod and say - "Playing at home on Monday night. That's a fucking lock. I would take them all day long." Junior decided to put his money where my mouth is - "Here you go Village Idiot. I want you to buy yourself a new pair of shoes if they cover." He hands a fifty dollar ticket with a payout of ninety six if KC covers 6.5 - "New shoes time," he tells me as I hug him and Brenda and wish them a safe trip home.

"Dude it don't look like you are going to get your new shoes. That field goal just did your bet in." I watched the game last night at PT's on Durango with James and Saucier - James was not feeling it - "See I told you they were going to screw you. At least they won though. Even though that doesn't do your ticket any good." I took little solace in a KC win. If they don't cover (6.5) I lose, and they most likely were only going to win by three - "Let's get the hell out of here," I say in disgust - There was still four seconds left in the game, and unbeknownst to my friends and I at the time - KC was about to pull off a rare back door cover.

PT's is a short walk from my condo and as I am halfway home my phone rings - "You lucky motherfucker!" Junior yells, "I can't believe the Chief's covered." I thought I was being razzed at first and then he tells me what happened on the last play of the game and how Houston scored off a fumble and KC thus covered the bet - "Hold on," I tell him with a rapid heartbeat - I put the phone to my chest and yell at the top of my lungs - "Way to go Chiefs!" I then thank him for the new pair of shoes.

I was bragging about my victory to friends on Messenger and one responded, "Big deal. Low risk. Low reward. You need to set your goals higher." I agree with him in many ways, but after a day like yesterday I was elated to see something good happen. No matter how minute it is. And the Chiefs covering was just what the doctor ordered for me.

The shortest boycott ever.

I remember, vividly, the first time I encountered someone betting on a football game. I was in high school at the time and a friend and I were visiting a mutual friend of ours at a nearby university he was attending - "Run the clock out you pricks! I got this you motherfucker!" Why he was acting so uptight over a game in which his team was winning handily was a mystery to me at the time. The team he told me he needed to win (Notre Dame) was leading by four touchdowns with less than two minutes to go - "You got this in the bag. They are up by four touchdowns. What is your problem? It is impossible for them to lose." The Fighting Irish punt to the opposition with less than a minute left and the punt is subsequently returned for a touchdown. Roy goes ballistic - "You worthless motherfucker!" He yells at the top of his lungs - "I'm going to lose because those morons can't cover a punt. Fuck you Holtz!" He was referring to Lou Holtz who was coach of Notre Dame at the time. He was a high strung guy to begin with, but I couldn't help but find his behavior overboard.

"What's the problem with Roy? Why was he so upset over a game in which his team won by twenty one points?" I ask Deek as we are driving home, "It didn't matter that his team won. They didn't cover and he lost his bet," is his answer. I scratch my head and the say - "What do you mean they didn't cover? " He looks at me and says - "You really are a dumb son of a bitch. The line was twenty three and they only won by twenty one." Since that day I have not looked at college and professional athletics the same - Fast Forward thirty years:

"I am boycotting the NFL because they are all a bunch of ungrateful bastards. From hear on out I will not be watching another one of their games." I chatted with Roy today and his panties were in a bunch because of President Trump's comments about players being disrespectful by not standing for the national anthem. I'm not quite as naive as I was when I was young, so, basically, I let him know I didn't believe him in no uncertain terms - "Give me a break Roy. You have been watching football every fall Sunday for the last forty years, and betting on it for the last thirty, and now, all of sudden, you are going to go cold turkey. I don't believe it for one minute. This is not yesteryear my friend. If you are going to boycott the NFL because the politics don't align with you. Well, quite frankly, that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard."

He babbles on about how pissed he is at the NFL for allowing their 'employees' to be so disrespectful to the country and how he is sick of all the 'overpaid crybabies' and if they don't like this country they should move to another country and try to make their millions - "Okay," I say to him sarcastically, "Does that mean you are going to drop out of the three fantasy football leagues you have been in for the last twenty years? It's going to be hard to play fantasy football and then boycott the NFL at the same time. Don't you think?" There is a brief silence and then he spurts - "I don't have to watch in order to play. I will just get the stats from the internet and go from there." - "Yeah, sure," I say with more sarcasm - "Look, your idol Trump will find something else to spout off about this week and you and all the other clowns will forget about the boycott and we both know your ass will be planted in front of the TV come Sunday with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other."

Mad Max is coming to town.

"Six o'clock, TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash & burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline."

It's the end of the world (as we know it) ~ R.E.M

I think about this dumb motherfucker and all his babble when we were young, and then I look  at today's world and think - "Damn, don't tell me this asshole is right. I refuse to believe it." - Mad Max from Kansas called yesterday and the first thing he says -  "Do you know a lot of foreigners in Las Vegas? Because I can't be around them if I come out to visit." What a stupid question, and I made sure he knew it - "That's all there is in Las Vegas you dumb fuck. I've told you that a number of times. Man you really need to get out from under your bunker and come out and live a little before the Apocalypse hits," I then add, "Why the fuck are you calling me any way. I'm the one who calls you. You never call me."

"I'm thinking about coming out and seeing you in December when the rodeo is going on. I talked with my shrink and told her what you said about me needing a distraction and she agrees with you." Uncle Ned's words immediately began ringing in my head - "You are a fucking weirdo magnet. Goddammit Robbie - Don't you have any normal friends? Mad Max, Jesus, what a fucking moron." Nonetheless, I tell Mad Max I would love to see him on a few conditions - "What's that?" He asks quizzically. "Leave your 'end of the world' bullshit rhetoric in Kansas. I don't want to hear it. Oh, and keep your xenophobic comments to yourself as well." He agrees to the conditions and tells me he will be bringing his steady with him - "She doesn't trust me out there alone with you." I laugh and say - "Are we looking at another future Mrs. Mad Max?" He responds by saying - "Don't know yet. Maybe?"

Run to the Hills

"Soldier blue in the barren waste, hunting and killing the game - raping the women and wasting the men. The only good Indians are tame - selling them whisky and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old...run to the hills, run for your life - run to the hills, run for your life."

Run to the Hills ~ Iron Maiden

I just so happened to hear Run to the Hills on a heavy metal station in Las Vegas today. It instantly reminded me of my friend Mad Max in Kansas. I chatted with him about a week ago and had no intention of calling him. But it's Iron Maiden:

"What do you want asshole?" His phone etiquette leaves much to be desired, but it's Mad Max and he doesn't give a shit. "I'm sorry to bother you buddy, but I just heard your theme song on the radio and it made me think about you." -- "Which fucking song is that?" He asks in a matter of fact tone - "Oh, come on, you know what I am talking about." A few moments pass and he finally gets it - "Run to the Hills motherfucker! All of us should heed the advice and do what Iron Maiden suggested." I burst into laughter and say - "Goddammit Mad Max, as crazy as you are it still is nice to hear your paranoid voice."

I ask him what he thinks the Chiefs will look like this year - "I don't give a shit," is his answer. I then say - "Don't worry. The Apocalypse won't happen until after football season is over. Do you think the Chiefs have a chance to make it to the Super Bowl?" He repeats his earlier statement, but this time he adds the F-word to it. "Okay," I tell him in a calm voice, "No need to get your pantie in a bunch over it. What else is going on?" He tells me he is making sure all of his weapons are in working order and that he thinks something is wrong with his dog - "What's wrong with Doomsday?" That ought to tell you a little bit about him. Who names their dog Doomsday? "I don't know for sure. He has been limping around and not eating much. He has me worried." I snicker and say - "It's all your talk about the Apocalypse. It's upsetting him. Why don't you go rub his belly and reassure him that everything is going to be alright." 

We chat for a few more minutes and before he hangs up I ask - "You don't really sit around and think about the Apocalypse all day long. Do you?" He tells me in a stern voice - "Let's just say if they try to come rushing through my door the only thing you will hear is the sound of automatic weapons being fired in rapid succession. If they decide to drop a bomb on me I will be fucked like everyone else."

Alex Smith + No more Legend

I chatted with my friend Legend from Kansas today. We discussed, in depth, the chances of KC making it to the Super Bowl this season - "I told you already. The Chiefs do not have the quarterback play to go all the way. Everything else is there. But unfortunately they have Alex Smith under center and he is not capable of taking them all the way," he then adds, "He can't make the throws that you see the elites like Brady, Rodgers, Roethlisberger and guys like that make. So unfortunately for you and me it will play out like it always does. They will get us worked up and most likely will make it to the playoffs. But don't count on them going far when they get there. They just don't have the quarterback."

I agree wholeheartedly with him. QB1 is the most important position on an NFL team. But it isn't like Alex Smith belongs on a sandlot team - "Look, I gotcha on the QB being the guy. And his record in the playoffs is hardly stellar," I then add with emphasis, "This year will be different. He has a great group of young skill guys to work with. I think I saw somewhere their average age was 23. Alex is the old man of the group at 33. Andy has added a few dimensions to the offense that weren't there in years past. Think about how well he played versus the Patriot's. If we see him play as well as he did then. Well, quite frankly, that's what we need to get to the Super Bowl."

"One game, big deal. The season is sixteen games plus playoffs. Let's see how things progress. It's going to take more than one stellar game for me to change my opinion. I hope you are right though," is his rebuttal. We chat about the weather for a minute and then I tell him - "I hate to say this to you, but I am going to drop the Legend moniker with you. And I do this with a bit of trepidation. But let's face it. You haven't done anything legendary in twenty years and it's just not a deserving title anymore." I wasn't sure how he would take it, but much to my surprise he understood - "I can't argue with you much on that. You are right. I haven't done anything to deserve the title in so long I can't even remember."

We chat about the Chiefs a bit more and then he tells me he must go - "I will catch you later Roy," I say to him right before hanging up. This may sound strange, but it was odd referring to him as Roy. I have been calling him Legend for thirty plus years. But that doesn't make sense anymore. It's just plain ol' Roy now. And that really sucks in my opinion.

FYI: KC is posted as a 5.5 point favorite over Philadelphia. My pick is the Chiefs win by a touchdown.

tidbits for the week.

I have some encouraging news, my condo has appreciated thirty six thousand dollars in two years. Apparently, there's a shortage of nice housing in town. It wasn't long ago when property values plummeted 60-70%. It is nice to see things rebounding.

Anticipation of the new stadium being built for the Raider's move to town is beginning to take hold. Construction is slated to begin in November with completion in June of 2020. Once construction of the stadium begins confidence should reemerge for projects of similar scale around the valley.

Good news for the towns biggest eyesore. The Fountainbleu, which was mothballed nine years ago by Carl Icahn after buying it out of receivership, was recently sold to an investment group out of NYC for 600 million.

I think my neighbor wants to do it with me. I am going to pass. It's not that she isn't attractive. It just seems like too much of a headache. Too much drama. Besides, I know if I sleep with her things will eventually go awry and I will be stuck living next door to her...I am too old for the awkwardness a tryst of such nature will cause.

Dinner with lifelong friends.

I met Junior when I moved to Albuquerque after graduating from Emporia State in 1995. I was working at a bank in East Albuquerque and he was running a sporting goods store across from the bank. He and his wife Brenda were in town a few days and craving a good steak. I call Twenty for a recommendation and he proclaims - "Fleming's brother. It is the best place in town."

As the three of us enter Fleming's - Junior says, "I can already tell this place is going to be good." The foyer walls are mahogany and the floor is shiny marble, "Oh yeah, I knew Twenty wouldn't steer us astray. Man, this place is nice." The hostess leads us to our booth. We take our seats and order drinks. As I glance the menu a pork chop dish catches my eye. Junior & Brenda order the filet mignon and T-bone, respectively.

"The show is airing tonight and we are expecting another rush of business. It happens every time it airs." The two of them own a beef jerky company in Albuquerque. The business has been featured a number of times on episodes of Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmer, "This will be the fifth time they have aired it and every time they do it makes our website go nuts. We really are having a good run of things lately." Junior has been at his jerky business for nine years now, and the results are there to prove it.

The waiter brings the food, we take our time eating - "Do you remember the time Navy asked me why I always wore the same clothes?" Their oldest son Navy - who was in second grade at the time is now an Ivy League graduate currently pursuing a Master's. "I remember what I told him after he asked me that. I told him I was too poor to afford new clothes." - We share a hearty laugh as I take another bite of asparagus.

"How is your family doing?" Brenda asks. "Every one is good. Dad & Sharon are in Arizona full time and Cammie was just here. She lives in Florida and is doing fine. Jamie is doing well. His daughter Emily will be a freshman at UMKC and Makayla is a freshman in high school." I ask if they are ready for their daughters wedding next month - "Ready as we are ever going to be," is the answer. "Jeez," I say with hint of laughter, "I remember when McKenna was knee high to a grasshopper and look at her now. A beautiful lady who just graduated from college and is now getting married. Where did all the time go?"

After finishing the entrée, the waiter suggests a desert - "Give us the chocolate lava case," he then looks directly at me and says, "You are going to have to skip dessert because your chin is already one too many." I smile and turn to Brenda, "You know something. He really enjoys insulting me," she laughs heartily and says, "I know. It is good therapy for him. He says you are an easy guy to insult."

We drop Brenda off at Caesar's and go for a cruise around town - "In no less than three years time you will be looking at the grandest stadium in the world," I say to him as we drive by an empty lot slated to be the new home of the Raider's in 2020. We turn away from the future stadium site on Hacienda and are now headed west back to the condo - "Michael Jackson use to live there," I add as I point at a gated mansion on the corner of Hacienda & Durango, "He rented it from a sheik."

"What is the deal with Chinatown? What did Cammie think of it?" He asks in between sips of beer at the condo - "I think it overwhelmed her to be honest with you. She did tell me that she understands what I am talking about when it comes to putting them online." We finish our beers and it is time for him to leave - "Thanks for everything," I tell him as he is leaving, "I haven't had a meal that nice in a long while. It reminded me of the Palm in New York City. It has been twelve years since I was last there. So thank you again for the meal brother, and I will keep you updated on Chinatown." He smiles and says - "It was my pleasure. I will be seeing you again in a few months."

Cheech & Chong + Chinatown

I hadn't seen my sister in a long while and when she came to town it was like nothing had changed - "How do you like staying at the Cheech & Chong Hotel?" The Stratosphere was her lodging while visiting and my cousin Joel and I were picking her up for lunch - Since marijuana became legal for purchase a serious gray area has developed in town. See, the only place you are able to consume it legally is in a private residence. The hotels on the strip are not private residents, but a little birdie told me the Stratosphere is being realistic about the situation and thus is why I will be referring to it as the Cheech & Chong Hotel from here on out.

"I got off on my floor last night and the first thing I smell is weed. There were a bunch of guys in the hall way passing around a joint. They offered me some but I was already too wasted. The last thing I needed was marijuana." I laugh and tell her - "It sounds like the place is more like the Cheech & Chong Hotel on steroids," I then add with a hearty laugh, "Any way, get ready to have what dad called the best Chinese food he has ever had."

As we are walking into Hong Kong Gardens - "I bet you have never had Chinese food this good in your entire life. Just remember, this is one of the many restaurants I can get online." I didn't want to come on too strong about my Chinatown beliefs, so it was important for her to have a look for herself  - "Look how nice this place is," I then ask if she has ever had dim sum. "No," is her answer. I smile and say - "It's real easy. See those carts. They push them up to the table and you just point at what you want. It really is the greatest thing in the world."

The three of us devour our share of dim sum. It was fabulous as usual. As we are leaving I say, "This restaurant and all the other ones I showed you are all under my thumb. If I can get the proper platform to sell their food online - Whew! You are looking at more money than any of us have ever seen. And I say this with all sincerity. I'm the only motherfucker who can get them." She asks how much investment I need to get things going. I tell her the same thing I tell everyone, "35K and I will deliver Chinatown on a silver platter."

Twenty dimes.

I worked with this cat, briefly, a while back - Anyhoo, I hadn't heard from him in a while and then I get a message he was back in town and wanted to have a beer. I invited him over to the condo to play catch up:

"Goddammit, it's the world famous Twenty dimes. Long time no see brother," is my greeting as we give each other bro hugs. "What the hell have you been up to Twenty?" Johnny "Twenty dimes" Bervin is Las Vegas guy numero uno. He moved with his family to the desert in the mid 70's and has called it home since - "What's been going on good buddy?" He asks while handing me a six pack of Heineken - "It's nice to see you as well."

We crack some brews and take a seat at the table - "You look good Twenty. How has life been treating you?" He gives me the rundown and I do the same for him, he then says - "I have been checking out your blog lately and you are doing a good job with it." I inform him nothing makes me happier than when someone compliments my blog, I then ask - "What is your big plan nowadays?" Twenty is one of the best salesman I have ever met. No matter what the situation he is always revved to sale - "Oh, you know Rob. I am just trying to keep the ship afloat. Same thing as always."

We spend the next hour or so drinking the rest of the Heineken's and laughing it up and then his phone pings - "Hold on Rob. I got a live one." He smiles and shoots a text back - "I got this girl I have been seeing in the Northwest and she wants me to come see her tonight," he adds as he shoots another text to her - "Looks like I have to go take care of some business right now."

As I am walking him to the door, he asks - "Do you really think Chinatown is the place to make money. That's what I am seeing in your blog." I nod yes - "You have an interesting perspective on things Rob," is his parting words. As I watch him walk to his car a thought overcomes me - "Johnny "Twenty dimes" Bervin. I think they broke the mold with this guy."

Roxy is coming to town.

I recognized the number immediately and answered promptly, "Roxy - it's been a while. What have you been up to?" Her sultry voice is unmistakable  - "Living the Cali girl life." We chat for few minutes then she adds -"Jethro, I told myself that I was through with you. How many chances can a girl give a guy? But I read your blog and saw the picture you sent me of your dad. It melted my heart. You look just like him. I'm in between guys right now and I started thinking about how you would write about us being together and I want to have another one of those memories with you." Roxy has always been straightforward with me, and me with her. We're adults! Right? I tell her I have been thinking about her constantly since we split - "You know you are my girl. I would love to spend time with you. You know I love you." Her response was charmed, well, charmed enough for me any way.

"It's not that I don't love you Jethro. It's just that you are a loser, in a good way though. You are so fucking adorable. So I want to give us another go. I will be in town for Labor Day. I want to see you. Besides, I hear you have a nice condo of your own now." I decided to goad her a little and told her I had my eye on my neighbor, so I would have to work her in between things. Her response is pure Roxy - "Look, silly, when I get to town over Labor Day you won't remember any of those bitches in Las Vegas. Besides, your blog needs some risqué added. I will take care of that for you."

Dinner with Fred.

Fred, an associate from Arizona, was in town last week for VIAD 2.0. We decided to have lunch at my favorite place in town - Amore's Taste of Chicago:

"The place sure looks different with the expansion." Amore's Taste of Chicago is a place I hold near and dear to my heart. I worked there a few years way back when and I still love her like she is my own - "Yeah, it definitely looks bigger. Not as intimate as when I worked here," I comment to Fred as we are being seated.

We take a few minutes and thumb through the menu. It was pointless, we already knew what we were going to order - "Give us two dinner salads and a medium pepperoni with extra mushrooms," the waitress asks what kind of dressing we would like for our salad - "Two ranches both on the side," I add before Fred can say anything - "Just water for our drinks - Sweetie," I add before she can ask.

"That girl is kind of cute. Do you think she would make a good girlfriend?" I ask him as we watch our waitress walk towards the bar - "She would probably make a good girlfriend for you if you were twenty years younger. How old do you think she is? Twenty two, twenty three." I thank Fred for reminding me of my age - I then ask - "Are you having fun on your tour? Are you finding it informative?" He tells me that I am a very interesting person and have a unique outlook on what the future will resemble. I tell him - "Thanks, I think?"

Our food arrives and we keep the conversation to a minimum while devouring it. After finishing...he says - "Someone is a Cub's fan." He was referencing the back wall of the establishment - which has multiple murals depicting the Cub's world series win last season. "Do you think the Royal's can pull it out this year? Win one more before they break to band up?" I ask quizzically. Fred is an intense Royal's fan, and has been for many years - "I don't think so," he tells me as he waves our waitress over - "They sure are exciting to watch though. Who knows? Maybe we will see a Royal's versus Cub's series. That would sure be fun."

As we are leaving we run into Rick. He is the brother of Joe (owner) - "Are you having fun in our grand city?" He asks Fred as I introduce the two - "We just cruised around and looked at the landscape; we are eating at the finest pizza joint in town for lunch; the Royal's are a game out. I tell you we are having more fun than should be allowed," is his reply. He smiles at both of us and says - "It was good to meet you Fred. I will see you around Mr. Village Idiot." As we are pulling out of the parking lot...Fred comments - "That guy Rick we just met. He seems like an interesting guy." I shake my head, laugh and say - "You have no idea good sir." He then pulls on to Durango and we head south for two blocks before turning west on Flamingo.