Vegas Dispatch I

An exacta on the last race at Del Mar kept us at about the break even point here at the South Point.

A couple of years back, we spent one of the evenings at the HofBrau House where they had an oompah band and which was filled with German tourists. The Germans would, of course, be singing along with the tunes being belted out by the hit machine that was performing on stage but there were one or two that got our ancestral homies out of their seats and singing in full throat. This got a parlor discussion going in our group on what songs would get a bunch of American tourists, expats, etc. off their rear-ends were the same in some bar or restaurant overseas and being serenaded by a Gallic Rick Springfield look-a-like fronting the great American 70s and 80s Rock'nRoll cover band, "Sweet Emotion".

We settled on a consensus that was confirmed, in part, last night at the bar adjacent to the Sports Book that had a dueling, sing-a-long piano routine, two sets of newlyweds, their respective entourages and parties from Florida and Ohio, who together were taking great pride in the fact that between their rabid football following and the two states being the source of no small degree of controversy and interest the past two Presidential elections, had elevated themselves to the pinnacle of dysfunctionality in the eyes of their fellow citizens in the other 48 states. They were truly quite proud of this apparent distinction.

Give it some thought and chime in with any suggestions. We may reveal what song we had in mind later. Hint: Think Stars'n'Bars.

Many thanks to the Substitute for filling in.