Desert
I've spent most of the past 12 hours or so in the desert sun, cruising all over southern Nevada and into California and Arizona, so my brain is pretty fried. But I'll try to come up with something semi-coherent anyway:
*If you're ever tempted to go to Laughlin, Nevada, as an alternative to Vegas, don't. Slack-jawed, low-roller, RV hell. Although the clothing outlets are anchored by an Izod Outlet, if that is your fancy. Laughlin is also the sort of place where a cop followed me for what seemed like 12 hours waiting for me to go a mile an hour over the speed limit, including parking himself at the top of a steep hill and trying to trap me going downhill.
Laughlin's not entirely bad though. Went swimming in the Colorado River, which was fun, and they have In-n-Out Burger, which is worth a trip anywhere in and of itself.
Drove on something called the Joshua Tree Highway through a tiny town called Nipton in California and just as I was thinking this was the best day of all-time, I pulled back onto I-15 just in time for a massive, get-out-of-your-car-and-wait traffic jam. Granted, when I got to the scene it looked as though the car in question had been firebombed, but at this point the biggest part of the hold up is that four or five news crews with their vans were doing live remotes on the accident scene, interviewing real-life Ponch-and-Jon CHiPs types. Of course, I'm sure there was no better news going on in a boring city like Las Vegas than a car wreck 50 miles away.
*The last two times I went to Vegas, the following things happened: 1. Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS; 2. The Patriots ending their 21-game win streak in Pittsburgh. So I'm not surprised the Sox are getting spanked out in St. Louis. If I ever start blabbing about going to Vegas next time something big is happening in Boston, make sure you stop me.
*Ahem:
THE OFFICIAL DAVE'S WORLD NBA FINALS PREVIEW
Here's the extent of my NBA playoff watching this spring: 1. Glances at Game 1 of Celtics-Pacers up on the screen at my going-away party at Sunset Grill; 2. Caught overtime of Game 6 of Celtics-Pacers flipping through the channels; 3. Glimpses at Heat-Pistons Game 7, which was up on all the big screens in the casino.
Now, that said, I am picking Detroit. My reason? Ben Wallace has his replica Ric Flair wrestling world title belt that he carries with him everywhere, wears it over his shoulder during postgame interviews, etc. If you ever saw Flair wrestle in his heyday, you know the desperate and oft-nefarious lengths he and the Four Horsemen went to in order to retain the gold. Wallace clearly cares just as much about keeping his belt. PISTONS IN 6.
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