I have no idea what happened today in sports, but here's a recap of day 1 in Vegas.

Oftentimes on the way to Vegas, you'll find yourself on a flight with an athlete or two who's prepared to gamble away more in a weekend than you'll earn in a year. One friend that I was meeting was sharing an airplane with Robert Horry and Corey Maggette. I wasn't quite so lucky. I found myself sitting next to a female coach for the Cal-Berkeley women's softball team. I suppose it would have been a good opportunity to conduct an interview for the blog. Unfortunately, the only question I could think of was, "whose vagina tastes the best?" And well, that just didn't seem appropriate.

Elsewhere in Vegas...

Strip club report: Crazy Horse 2. Talent level was average. Good mixture of body types and ethnicities, but very few exceptional girls. One question tho- once you hit age 30, isn't it probably time to ditch the "I'm a student paying my way through college" line?

Gambling report: Craps- lost. Blackjack- lost bigger. Poker- easy winnings (honestly, the easiest table I've ever sat at in a casino. I'd like to think it means I've gotten skilled with my game, but I think these guys were just really, really bad. Question to self- why do I bother wasting my time at blackjack and craps tables?

Casino talent report: Hard Rock was like the NBA all-star game. Cleavage and super-mini skirts everywhere. Luxor was a D-league game. Suprisingly, there wasn't much happening at Mandalay Bay, however I'm reserving judgement until I check out the pool midday.

Note to girl bending over at the Hard Rock craps table: thanks for reminding me why I play craps rather than nickel and diming it with the degenerate poker players.

I just got a phone call. It's 4:43 in the morning, and the person calling had no thoughts that I might be asleep. And he was right.

So I'm heading back down to the casino floor now. I didn't realize how much I missed this town...