I can’t quite wrap my brain around the situation that encircles the New England Patriots owner, Robert Kraft. It’s weird. It’s bizarre. It’s unsettling. Did I mention it’s weird and bizarre?
When the news about Kraft broke on Friday morning, I was enjoying the last day of my vacation in Las Vegas. I was strolling through the casino at Treasure Island — the hotel I was staying at — getting ready for a long walk down the Las Vegas strip. As I was getting ready to head outside into a brisk, chilly morning, I looked down at my phone and saw the notification about Kraft soliciting prostitution in places being investigated for sex trafficking.