What a past five days it's been.

The school job finished and camp started today. For my transition, I gave myself a little vacation/bachelor party to Las Vegas. We stayed at the Mandalay Bay and a good time was had by all. A few things happened on the trip that make my list of the most annoying things of all time...

1. I never understand this one: You press the button for UP on the elevator and are waiting patiently. Then some other yahoo strolls over, SEES the button is lit and presses it anyway. Like the thing is going to shoot down faster for this bastard in the preppy Lacoste shirt? This is the MANDALAY BAY, jerkoff! There are probably like a dozen people on the thing. Go take your lavish bank account and play the nickel slots.

2. Or the genius who sees you in the elevator holding the button that keeps the elevator open and he STILL puts his arm across the doors to prevent them from closing. Do you think I'm pushing this button to keep it in place? And these doors close so slowly, you're not going to get crushed. Still, if you do it won't matter. That's one less jerkoff in the world.

The trip was a good time. I joined a couple of friends at the rumjungle on Thursday night. There were about 40 people hanging out. As I walked to the other side of the club, I spotted the legendary Alan Thicke drinking and smoking in the VIP section. I know the guy must be pushing 70 or so but he looked pretty good for a guy who can take money out of his IRA. I think it helped that he was with a broad who was probably in her mid to late 20s. I'm sure Maggie Seaver isn't happy about that.

The other celebrity sighting occurred hours after I scored three of a kind in 3-card poker at the Mandalay Bay. With the $450 payout in my wallet, I noticed a short man walk past me. I immediately noticed him as middleweight boxer Winky Wright. Not that I'm a HUGE boxing fan but he is my favorite fighter. I watched him notch a draw with Jermain Taylor a few weeks back. And he may be listed as 5-11 but I'd be shocked if he was more than 5-9. EVEN I could almost see the top of his head.

Winky (and I don't know if I'd go with that as a name if I was a boxer....it's not manly enough.....I might go with Thumpy or Wee Wee or Shnookums) was at a craps table with more "bling bling" than Kay Jewelers. I wanted to get a picture with him but he was way into his craps game. Plus his two security guards, two pit bosses and two casino dealers kind of scared me off.

Oh and the fact he could dismantle me with his fists probably came into play, too.

In closing....This might be the greatest column ever on espn.com. I especially enjoyed #2 Boom Goes the Dynamite. It almost makes me feel like I should have gone into broadcast journalism.

Nah.

Jersey Girl....I salute you with #6. I'm certain you'll be linking that site to your next blog.

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