Viva y Deja Morir in Las Vegas!!! It was an incredibly fun time down there, from seeing Challa and Michael Lee, staying at a really nice house, eating at the Rio buffet, to watching the BYU-UNLV game. Here are some pics of the whole shebang-bang.
The Gang arrives at the house.
I could've gotten a job at the Chippendale's, but decided not to due to the fact that they weren't very nice to my boy Farley.
I thought I was hallucinating in the Rio after eating so much at the buffet.
The Bum
Old Street Vegas, where it's really at. I won $9 at a Roullette table here.
Y'all know you can't take it from me...
This was interesting. Cindy had this face massager at her house that made me look like a psychopathic killer. Plus, I've never paused and thought to myself, "I really need a face massage."
The tower is almost double in size, resting on a single piece no less!
Bum took all the risks, but it cost him in the end. I'm the Jenga master.
Word em upWhen we first arrived, we couldn't find the house. That is because the friend of the family, Cindy, couldn't remember the house number. She owns the house, but lets friends and family use it all the time. What a time to not remember it. It was night, but we resorted to looking in backyards to see if the house was empty, only to be chased off by mean looking dogs. After 15 minutes, Cindy finally calls with the address. I want to someday forget the number to a house that I own but never use. That would be a good position. Thanks to Cindy and her family because the house was great!
Being a stats major, I deal with probabilities all day long. I should know better than everyone that the house always wins. I didn't know that it was due to mean standard deviants. I thought I had a safe bet going into the BYU game. BYU was favored by 11 points. If they won by more than 11 points, I double my money. I believed that BYU would kill 'em, so I put down some money. I played 10 bucks, Blake 20, and Bum 40, but he was using Art's money. So a BYU win and some money won would be doubley nice.
Watching the game, BYU was only up 7-6 at the half. They were playing like stink. I was getting a little upset. When the second half started, BYU came out guns blazing. Harvey Unga is the truth, and he was taking over the game. We went up 14-6, then a field goal put us up 17-6. We went up by 11, the magic number. If we stayed here, I would be as content as Garry Schandling at a high end fashion show.
We drive the field again, getting close enough to a field goal. Our QB, Hall, decides to throw an ill advised ball that was intercepted in the end zone. I immediately thought, "If you mess this up for me, Steadman..." This turned out to be crucial.
As the end of the game neared, we drove the field and scored a touchdown. We are up 18 points, with only 3 minutes remaining. Money as good as won, right? They only had time for one more drive. Yeah, one would think. BYU kicks off, and UNLV starts to drive the ball. It's garbage time, BYU has it won, so they decide to not play D with their second string in, and we allow them to score a touchdown with a minute remaining. We are up by 12 with a PAT pending. Instead of a PAT, they line up to go for two. Why would they do that? Is there any way they will win the game? No. Even if they onside kick and recover? Still wouldn't happen. So why would they prefer to lose by 10 than by 11? They went for a two point conversion, and the quarterback threw it, and they caught it.
I felt as empty as when Casey struck out. Everybody else was enjoying a BYU victory, but not me. I can only conclude that the UNLV coaches knew about the spread. Heck, they probably had money on it too. So when people state that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, they really mean that when you lose your bet, your money stays in Vegas.
Lesson learned, gambling's a gamble.
