Howdy devoted followers. It's been a few days since I got on here and posted but this past weekend has been rather eventful and I've got a fair amount to talk about so let's get to it. Friday I spent the day finishing up my research for the UFC event on Saturday and then we made yet another exciting trip to the Hard Rock Casino to place some bets. The Hard Rock was nice enough to hand over a tidy sum of money courtesy of that wonderful fellow Mr. Djokavic and I proceeded to take that money and reinvest it in some human cock-fighters. After placing our bets we then decided that we had been in Vegas for over a week and had yet to see any of the cool shows or attractions, so it was decided that we needed to go see some shit. We found a deal that got us tickets to 2 shows at any of the MGM Casinos so we decided to go see Criss Angel's Cirque de Soleil show on Friday and the Tournament of Kings. Tanner gave you a brief overview of the Criss Angel's show which was fairly accurate. Though in all of his posters and stuff he comes off looking like a huge emo tool, in his show he is much more of a rockstar personality...whose still kind of a tool. For instance, he wears a bandanna at all points in time and unless you are a stereotypical Mexican bandito in a movie named Paco, that is just not acceptable. He is the type of guy who cocks his hat at aggressive angles, wears Affliction clothes and probably has several pairs of white-rimmed sunglasses. He is however, a very talented magician and some of his illusions were quite impressive. His legerdemain wasn't the greatest (he's no David Blaine) but his big stuff was quite strong. He had a great take on the sawing a woman in half bit that was pulled off in such a way that the trick felt new and fresh. Most importantly, he definitely had a way of connecting with his fan base and made it feel as if he truly appreciated us coming to see him. The only gripe I have with his show at all is that, though he did perform a variety of good illusions, he was sort of a one-trick pony (magician?) in that he did the disappearing-reappearing trick like 10 different times just dressed up differently. To be sure he was brilliant at it and it was done super-quickly, but still he beat that one pony dead. Honestly though I had a great time and would recommend it to any in the area.
Saturday was the big day. We woke up and farted around until 2 at which point we went back to our old stomping ground, The Munch Bar, to watch the fights and relive our glory from last weekend. This week however, was not nearly so easy. I bet the favorites down the line on this card which I knew was a mistake from the jump and before we had even gotten our first beers we were down 2 fights. Damn upsets ruining my evening. We rallied to get back to 2-2 and but then lost again, and at 2-3 we were faced with the prospect of having to win the final 5 fights to break even. Considering the 3 of the last 5 fights were the fights I was worried about losing going into this event, I was quite unhappy at this time and if it weren't still $9 beer night I would have drowned my sorrows in alcohol. The remainder of the event was a blur of intense emotion as I watched every one of my guys pull out win after win in super tense fashion. A special thanks goes out to Mike Russow for being fatter than his opponent, Nik Lentz for deciding the best way to block punches is with his head, Rashad Evans for being superior in every facet, and the judges for accurately awarding Chael Sonnen and Chris Weidman the wins. Those lovely gentleman salvaged my night and when it was all said and done I had even won $11. Not anywhere near as good as last weekend but it's still a win and that is all that matters. So, after having taken roughly 6 months off my life in exchange for 11 bucks we proceeded to go to Little Caesars' for some cheap pizza for dinner. It happened to be right next to a Blockbuster that was going out of business so we made a pit-stop for DVD deals. I quickly found Snatch and decided it was a must buy. Tanner hasn't seen snatch in roughly 4 months so was equally excited about my purchase and we proceeded to go home and crash for the night.
Today was a great day. I slept in quite late today, exhausted from Saturday's strenuous events and then woke up and spent the day dicking around. At 5:45 we headed to the Excalibur to go see The Tournament of Kings which is basically Medieval Times. For those who don't know, Medieval Times is a dinner show where you eat while a watching knights joust and sword fight and such in the middle of a large arena. The crowd is broken up into sections to root for certain knights and we happened to have scored seats in the front row of the Dragon section. The Dragon was the evil knight of the bunch so we were essentially outnumbered 10-1 but you would have had no idea considering the ruckus we were causing. Chris, Tanner, and I were hands down the rowdiest people in the place and we carried the Dragon fans. At the beginning of the show when Merlin was trying to gauge which section was the loudest he came to Dragon section last and when he did we exploded from our chairs and went ape-shit. Picture the 3 of us just going bananas amid a group of 40 people half-heartedly applauding and you'd get a good image of it. Merlin actually looked at the 3 of us and cocked his head to the side in a sort of disbelief at how nuts we were going. Needless to say, Dragon section took home the prize and from that point on the rest of the crowd knew the were dealing with a whole different breed of awesome. As the various knights were introduced and cantered around the arena, their respective sections cheered and we booed them heartily making a strong attempt to drown their cheers out. Also, since I'm an asshole I made it a point to antagonize each of our opponents as the rode near us. Most of them just brushed it off but as I was doing the throat slash symbol and pointing towards him, the Norwegian knight (who happened to be like 16, on the reals he still had braces) stared me down and pulled a Morpheus finger-curl challenge at me. Norway was I going to let that challenge go unanswered and so for the rest of the night we made it our mission to go after the orange Norwegian. Every time he was in the spotlight or even remotely close to us we just laid into him with boos, angry yells, and family appropriate but none-the-less rude hand gestures. to be fair we did it for each of the opposing knights and some of them even responded to us but I personally went the extra mile when Orangey came around. I mean, he kept challenging me and God knows I'm not gonna back down from some puffed up, metal mouthed pre-teen. As the evening progressed the glorious Dragon Knight came out and decimated all comers. His sorcerer Mordred fired off giant balls of flame and the Dragon King laid down the law on all the poser knights, even slaying the foolish King of the tournament. It goes without saying that the best fans in the house were getting especially rowdy and our enthusiasm brought the whole Dragon section up several notches. Sadly it was not to be as the cliche pretty boy prince rose up and slew our mighty Dragon Lord in spite of our cacophonous howling. We were defeated but the show had been a smashing good time. In fact, the best part of the show came after it had concluded when Norway came out to mingle with some of the audience he apparently knew. At first we booed him even more vociferously but then I extended the olive branch, invited him over to us reached out and offered him a fist-pound. He went along with it..........but right before it happened I pulled my hand back and ran it through my hair! He never saw it coming! We laughed uncontrollably as he just shook his head in disbelief and walked off to a fresh round off boos from us. CLASSIC! (If you think the fake handshake is douchey, you are kind of right. However, its also a classic and in this particular instance it was hilarious so get over it) I only wish we could have gotten some picture but sadly photos were not allowed since they'd rather sell you them after the show for 20 bucks a pop. Well, that's the end of what was a pretty great weekend for me. I'm pretty sure my vocal chords are bleeding but I had an incredible time tonight and definitely plan on doing it again soon. Besides, who needs to talk anyway. Deuces.
-Jed
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