There comes a point during any run-up to this week’s Game of the Centurythat we media heathens simply run out of compelling things to say. (That assumes anything we say is compelling, I know.) What results is sort of the silly season of stories. Did we get the bet yet between the mayors of our town and Sin City?
Speaking of that, it’s worth noting that we had our own Vegas here, back in the day, Newport and Covington. We didn’t do bad fun stuff on our pure side of the river.