5:29am – Yes, it really is this a.m. Whatever this is. I am sunburned. Who knew you needed sunblock when it doesn’t even hit 60 degrees? Let’s see if I can recap my earnings. +90 at the first casino on the Strip at blackjack (the Bellagio), then -60 at our home casino at blackjack, then +25 at hold ‘em, then +20 at blackjack, then -30 at blackjack. That puts me up… some math amount… let’s see… +45 on the day. Vegas ain’t so shabby.
As for touring the Strip, we did some of that too. It started off in fine fashion, with Mitch dancing on a street corner, as all nights should start out.
MiTTenZZ bustin’ a move
Then, after hitting about four different casinos on the strip and realizing that, aside from spatial relation and which old 70′s actor is headlining their hotel’s production of “West Side Story”, there really isn’t that much different between each casino. We went to Ballagio’s where I hit my first blackjack table (see above). It also features the famous water-dancing show, set to Celine Dion. Of course, I didn’t take a picture of this. There are a billion pictures of this on the internet. Instead, I took this.
Corey, moments before suggestion that instead of shooting water out of tiny cannons, Bellagio’s might be better off shooting out prepositional phrases
In trying to find a casino that featured drinks that cost less than $12 a pop, we stumbled upon an interesting looking one that featured an 18-hour happy hour.
Of course we missed it.
Finally, we settled in at O’Shea’s, a tiny casino that prominently offered very very cheap drinks. After all, if we weren’t going to drive to the Strip because we wanted to be able to drink, we were gonna make it worth our while.
Then back to our host hotel where the gruesome details can be read above. I’m not much for chronological order, am I?
7:27pm – I think I inadvertantly said it best when the taxi driver asked me how I was doing when picking me up after my final round today. “I’m extremely tired, but if you go to Vegas for the first time and you’re not really tired, you’re not doing it right.” I’m having a ball, and it’s my poor body that’s paying the price.
This was undoubtedly the toughest tournament ever to evaluate. Like Friday, today’s conditions were WINDY WINDY WINDY. It was a pretty constant 15-20mph, with gusts up to 30. Unlike Friday, however, by the 12th hole (of 20), I wasn’t +13, I was +2. That was insanely good. And then the wheels came unhinged on only three holes, where I carded a circle 5 and two STUPID circle 6′s. That is the difference between a 67 (which would have been 1000 rated) and a 75 (rated 945), which I actually got. Numbers wise, this was my worst tournament since being a pro. Yet I didn’t feel like I played all that badly (except for Friday, where I couldn’t have played worse without a bleeding chest wound and a mission statement)
So why is there this discrepancy? Each round, I had *something* working for me. On Saturday, when the weather was calm, I was putting very well. Hyzer putts, straddle putts, and even long putts that wouldn’t go in, but leave me the tap-in to finish. Today, I drove SO well. I only had one two bad drives the whole round, with quite a few spectacular drives mixed in. However, today, the upping was painful (cost me no less than 9 strokes), and the putting crumbled before my eyes.
And I lost my $10 to Dome who beat me by 4, as did Val, to whom I lost $1.
I had a great time playing, however. The people were great, and aside from an incessant guilt-driven blitz to get you to buy fund-raiser discs (I feel that a tournament’s pot should NEVER be hinged on the sale of fund-raiser discs), it was very enjoyable. I was in Vegas, throwing plastic at metal. Really, you can’t beat that.
Now it’s off to the Strip again to meet up with Alisha and several of the disc golfers for, you guessed it, some shenanigans (as there’s been a distinct lack so far).