How much cocaine will be consumed in Las Vegas tonight?
A good bit, I suspect.
Many moons ago I went to the Super Bowl in Miami as the Mascot for the losing team. That, in effect, made me a loser. As was Jamal Anderson.
I sat in the VIP section of a club the night before the big game watching Lawrence Taylor hammer lines of cocaine. His eyes were crossed and he could barely speak. Other famous folks were milling around. Miami might be worse than Vegas. Nah, Vegas is still worse.
I found the Super Bowl to be odd. It was eerily quiet in the stadium. There wasn’t much energy from the fans. It makes sense because most of the tickets are sold to corporations and sponsors not fans of the two teams. A stadium full of celebrities and rich folks who could care less who wins or loses.
I did sneak my best friend onto the field. He made it to halftime before the FBI kicked him out. There are a lot of undercover agents crawling the sidelines at Super Bowls.
Anyway, I harassed the Denver Bronco's horse and messed with celebrities’ hair in the stands. Good times for me. Bad times for celebrities’ hair and that big, dumb horse.
Today I am rooting for the team from California. The quarterback for the Chief’s hair drives me nuts and he walks funny. It is what it is.
Trey