Re: No call on the last play? Wow!
posted at 2/4/2013 10:31 AM EST
I watched the game from the Vegas Club on Fremont St in downtown Vegas. (It was good to be warm for a few days, since moving to No Man's Land in PA a year ago.) I took the Ravens to cover, and made some coin. But, I was sitting across from a few Niners fans from outside Petaluma, CA (north of the Bay Area, where, for us old timers, ABC's Wide World of Sports used to show the Arm Wrestling Championships). It was easy to sit there wiith no real dog in the fight, and watch two completely different games. They were a few Ravens fans at the next table over (set up family style). Pretty good back and forth banter, until the game got tighter. Then The Play happened. The Niners fans went appoplectic, and we just about had to call in the EMT's. The Ravens fans were all insisting that it was a great no call. asked them, honestly, what they would say if Boldin, or Jones, or Smith was the targeted receiver. They all took a pass on the question, saying the Ravens didn't have the ball. True fans, all of them. But the food was free. Also didn't have to pay the $25 per person fee, as I grabbed a table/seat a few hours before they officially opened the doors, and actually did some work on my laptop. Typical game to observe... the crowd dictated the ebb and flow of the game. Calls and no calls. We even joked that Vegas would take advantage of the power outage, by posting an over/under line of 59 1/2 inutes before the lights came back on, and 89 1/2 before play resumed, but only in a parley. One Ravens fan even yelled out that it was a Patriot player that pulled the plug. Both brought our laughs, which was good. Generally speaking, the crowds were well behaved.
Niner fans seemed to outnumber the Ravens fans, probably due to the geographic proximity to Vegas, and that they seem to have a more national fan base, a la Packers. The crowds downtown for the two days before were well behaved, and the Vegas cops discreetly stepping in to keep things in hand. Just like Barney Fife: Nip it in the bud, Ange; nip it in the bud! The big monuments to gambling on the Strip were busy as usual for weekends. The gals were out to be "seen", some fully dressed. New women's undergarments went up at Coyote Ugly, not unusual. But I did catch a glimpse of a Niner brassier being hoisted. I would have LOVED to see who it came from, as it was a sail. I was unable to see the donator. Had a funny observation of 5 younger guys in town with apparent "kitchen passes", from the Inland Empire of So Cal (east of the LA Basin: Riverside, Ontario, etc). They were all bragging about going into the Glitter Gulch (a club specializing in "fabric free" entertainment, with 30+ practicioners at all times). I told them that there was a 2 drink minimum, and it WAS SB weekend. They said it didn't matter. They all went in, and came back out in 10 minutes. Seems they didn't want to pay that steep a price for the well drinks. It was kind of sad and disturbing to see people pushing kids around in strollers at 11 PM.
For anyone complaining about traffic and traffic jams, quitchyerbichin' !!! Boston and the Northeast have absolutely NOTHING on the Strip on Friday or Saturday night.... just about 2 hours to go @ 2.5 miles. Taxis are the ONLY want to get around. If you have the two hours to kill, you could always hoof it. It's not the time to cover the distance, as much as it's fighting the pedestrian traffic. Only here on a weekend and NYC on a business day, can you see @ 3000 folks crossing a street on a single light change. Plus, there's all the interesting handouts all over the place.... lots of "escort" services available. You can get 100 handouts from different people, adn they all have the same 5-10 girls featured on them. For giffles and grins, I decided to take one from every person handing them out between Bally's and Planet Hollywood. Got back downtown to just check 'em out, and I had over 300 of them, approx 2 lbs. All the same stuff. I hid a few in my buddy's suitcase. Will be interesting when his wife sees them today, when we get home. What a good friend I am!
Gaming tables had their special Super Bowl rates in place. Minimum bets started at $10 on Fremont Street ($25 on The Strip). OUCH! But, they were all packed. Best chance of hopping in on a $10 table came after 1 AM. And then you didin't give the seat up for hours. Best meal was the Steak & Potatoe at 11:45 PM. It just seemed to taste that much better when it's something you would never do at home. My parting thought this morning, as I sit waiting for my shuttle ride to the airport is this: Just what defines a 'loser". Then, I saw it. A lost soul, wearing a Niner's jersey (Ball, #14), wandering around Freemont Street at 6:30 AM, unshaven, disillusioned, glazed look on his face, dragging his feet. carrying a bottle of Bud.
Now, time to Fly Those Friendly Skies!