Why London will never get an NFL team.

The new NFL season is upon us! All rejoice!

Half the managers who didn’t make the play offs last season have been fired, many players have moved teams in search of pastures greener and the NFL, in all its greatness, continues its quest to expand the sport (=get their mits on more of your money). Since there is no use in sticking NFL teams in Bismarck  or Anchorage, and Canadians prefer watching hockey to the noble sport of American football, the NFL is considering the idea of setting up a franchise in, or moving one to, London. NFL Big Cheese Roger Gooddell even mentioned it in his most recent Superbowl speech:

As you can read here

I hate to bring this to the man, but much as people in Britain (and Ireland) love filling their free time with watching any sort of ball game (and chugging down pints of warm beer, as people in America continue to assume) this is never going to work. Here’s why:

1. It will be a logistical nightmare.

Look at this map of the NFL teams:

And then look at this map of the US with London included:

 

You see, even from the East Coast, London is an 8 hour flight.
And while you can retort by saying “Ha! Boston to San Diego is a 6 hour flight too!” there are some important differences.

First, the time difference is 5 hours instead of 3. That may look insignificant, but it’s not. 3 hours is the difference between breakfast and lunch, 5 hours is the difference between late breakfast and dinner.

Second, and more important, the time difference is East-bound, which makes it much harder to deal with than when flying west because is is easier for your body to delay your body clock than to advance it.

As you can read here 

Those who have ever crossed an ocean in either direction, will tell you that the time difference will really start to mess with you when it goes over 3 or 4 hours.
I have travelled from Ireland to the USA numerous times and, at most, I felt a little tired towards the end of the first day, even when going straight to the West coast. I have also travelled Eastwards from the USA back to Europe and in that direction, I can tell you from experience, jet lag is much worse.  All the teams in the US will be travelling East when going to London.

Keep in mind that, on top of that, all you and I have to do is sit on the beach and drink beer.
NFL players have to deliver a top athletic performance.

But there's more to it than just the awkward location..

2. The circus is coming to town

As mr. Gooddell mentioned in  his speech up there, ‘London is a bit further down the road towards an NFL Franchise’. He may seem to be right there, because London sells out all their NFL games (3 this year! Woohoo!!) but he forgets one thing: This is a case of the circus coming to town. Yes, all the games so far have sold out.
But the reason for that is that it sold out because there are only 2 or 3 games per year. In 2012, the Notre Dame fighting Irish played one of their ‘home’ games here in Dublin. It sold out our national rugby stadium in 3 minutes. This year, Penn State will be playing UCF in Croke Park, the home of our national pride: the GAA. Yes, it will probably sell out too, eventually, but that’s mainly because of the occasion. When you can watch an NFL game 10 times a year, a lot of people will lose the drive to get tickets for every one of them.
You see, much as we love NFL over here, after a while we’ll get back to watching other things because...

3. NFL will always be a fringe sport

The NFL is engrained in American life, just about as much as rugby and football (What people in America call soccer) are over here. Rugby is, and always will be, a fringe sport in the USA, played only by expats or Anglophiles. NFL is the same over here. No matter how great a game it is, it is something relatively new to us and it will always rank behind football and rugby and even cricket. Sure, the 3 NFL games at Wembley have all sold out, and they will again next season, but when the games are over, the fans will go back to watching rugby or football or whatever else they enjoy watching. Like, for example, the English cheese rolling festival: 

And most people will forget about NFL until next year. But even if you can get a sizeable following to focus mainly on NFL, then you encounter another problem...

4.  Team loyalty works different in Europe than it does in America.

I’m not going to poke fun at the American habbit of moving teams hundreds or thousands of miles just because the owner thinks he can make more money elsewhere, thereby abandoning a legion of fans that are not at all amused. It is known that this is not uncommon in the USA, but that’s simply not how it works in Europe. I could write 3 more pages full of examples of fans threatening owners for changing the team jerseys:

Or of fans thrashing their own neighbourhood over a loss in an insignificant cup competition:

Something you can always leave with the boys from Millwall Football Club

or this rather amusing story of supporters barricading the roads into and out of the stadium to lock the owner in, because they did not agree with his decision to sack the manager:

Don't fuck with the fans in the North of England

The bottom line is, fans here stick with their teams. And if the owner doesn’t listen.. well, then we will set fire to your office, or your car, or we’ll drop by your house and smash the windows. In the case of the NFL, things might not get so dramatic, but the thing is, parachuting a new team into town is not going to change people’s current loyalties. Look at this list:

On NFL UK

You see, I’m a lifelong Raiders fan (Stop laughing). And I always will be a Raiders fan (HEY! I said stop laughing) no matter what happens. You can start a new NFL franchise in London, but that won’t make me stop following the Raiders and throw my weight behind the London team.

Hell, I live literally 30 yards away from the GAA stadium I mentioned earlier in the story, and even if they started a new team there, I still would not change my team loyalty. I would still be a Raiders man.

But, just for a moment now, let’s all assume that they do start a new franchise in London. And let’s just assume that everybody with an interest in NFL starts following them. And that they are all going to buy season tickets. Then still, we only need to look back by about 20 years to see why it is destined to fail because...

5. They’ve tried it before!

Do you remember NFL Europe? No you don’t because there wasn’t much to remember it for. In short, you can click here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NFL_Europe

What it came down to is that the NFL (in America) set up a feeder league for the ‘Real’ NFL so that players who weren’t ready for the Big Time could get some game time under their belts. This World League of American Football (WLAF) first had a number of American teams, supplemented with 3 European teams and 1 Canadian team.
After 2 seasons and a lot of disappointment, the league in this form ceased to exist and the NFL Launched NFL Europe, with teams in Edinburgh, London, Amsterdam, Barcelona and a number of other cities across Europe. After another couple of less-than-exciting seasons, and disappointing attendance figures, NFL Europe started to change the set up for several teams.
The Edinburgh team started playing games in Glasgow too, to appeal to a wider crowd even though it is very well documented that the good people of Glasgow and Edinburgh don’t exactly like each other

Which is pointed out quite accurately here

Meanwhile, the London team started playing games in Bristol and Birmingham, partly again to have a bigger catchment area, but also because (and I swear I am not making this up) the playing field in White Hart Lane, their chosen home stadium, was only 93 yards long. This might not seem much of an issue to the outsider, until you realise that the main purpose of the game is gaining territory.
To put it simple, without a 100 yard pitch (plus and endzone at each end) you simply can’t play the game.

The other teams didn’t exactly prosper either with the exception, perhaps surprisingly, of the teams in Germany. As a result, within a couple of years, The London Monarchs moved to Berlin, the Barcelona Dragons moved to Cologne and the Scottish Claymores moved to Hamburg.

As you will have noticed by now, all but one of the teams had moved to Germany. The only team not relocated to Germany by then were the Amsterdam Admirals and even they, despite winning the World Bowl the previous season, were struggling.

I have been to a couple of Admirals games myself when I was living in Holland and there is no fun in sitting in a 52.000 seater stadium when there are only 5.000 people present. Even the Admirals then proposed to either move to Germany or fold altogether, and were kept alive for another season by the NFL because they couldn’t really sell the idea of their World Bowl Champions shutting down.
Eventually, the NFL threw in the towel because nobody really cared about NFL Europe.

And that, mr. Gooddell, is what you should take away from this: You see, much as we love the NFL over here, we love football (soccer) and rugby and cricket and darts even more. We always have and we always will. It is in our blood, just like baseball and American Football are in the USA.
And just like rugby and cricket will always be fringe sports in the USA, so will NFL be a fringe sport over here.

But please do keep organising games here, because I missed out on tickets for this season’s games. Thank you!

Cheers

Lennard

Ronald A. Katz must die

This is Ronald A. Katz:

And I think he should be executed for crimes against humanity.

I can hear you think: Why would Lennard, who is so against violence, want this friendly looking old gentleman dead? Well.. I’ll explain this, and 2 sentences from now, you will agree with me.

You think you won’t? Okay, let me tell you this, then: Ronald A. Katz is the inventor of the automated call centre.

See, I told you. I bet you’re already grinding your teeth, now that your mind is racing across all those calls to your phone company, internet provider or electricity supplier when you were kept on hold for 10 minutes or longer, only to be cut off without explanation, transferred to the wrong department and, ofcourse, put on hold again, or was simply told to go fuck yourself because there is nothing they can do for you. And all that was ofcourse after you made your way through countless robot-voice controlled menus for several minutes before you were put on hold in the first place, all in order to get to speak to a living being to explain your problem.
We’ve all been there, more times than we would like, and everybody simply hates call centres.

                         He does too

But before you get out your shotgun or your stash of Semtex and start exploring Google for mr. Katz’s address, let me explain the bigger picture for you. You see, you’re not the only one who gets fucked over here. Call centres are bad for everyone involved, not just for you as you spend your lunchbreak trying to pay a gas bill while in the back of your head you are dreaming of the nacho platters your colleagues are shoving down their throats. Oh no, if only it was that easy.

Let’s start with the root of all evil: The corporations. Corporations HATE call centres too, you see. Now I’m not talking about out-bound call centres here, because they operate in an entirely different circle of Hell. Those are the people who make unsollicited calls during dinner, or while you’re watching a good movie or match after a hard day’s work, trying to sell you shit you don’t need such as a 3^rd pension plan or additional insurance to insure your car insurance. These operations are so vile that they would need an entire book to themselves and just thinking about them makes me want to smash something.

A typical phone sales person at work


No, what we’re talking about here are inbound call centres, the places you call to do something simple but then spend an hour on the phone with. The corporations that create them, hate them too. Why?
Simple- they cost money.

Even worse- they cost money but don’t generate any sales. All those people that work there, talking to angry customers, are just sitting there, taking abuse, but they’re not selling anything. I once overheard a high-ranking executive saying that he’d rather close down his whole customer care operation because the cost of the call centre was higher than the revenue he estimated the company would lose for being assholes to their customers, so he would rather do away with it. Call Centres cost corporations millions and get them no extra income. As soon as you see the cost of your call centre on your balance sheet at the start of the year, you know you’re saying goodbye to an 8 figure sum of money with pretty much zero chance of getting any of it back. And because of that....

It SUCKS to work in a call centre.

I know quite a lot about this because for my dayjob I work in Human Resources, and a couple of years ago I worked as an HR administrator for a large American car company. They employed about a 1000 people in the building I was responsible for, and about half the set up was call centre so therefore I got to speak to a lot of call centre workers about their issues.

Many people will at some point in their lives have had some sort of experience, maybe just for a couple of days, where picking up a phone and listening to angry customers was your job. It sucks. Everybody you get on the phone is already pissed off, first because their product isn’t working as it is supposed to (that’s why they’re calling) and second because they’ve been wrestling through menu options for a good while before they got to talk to you. Taking constant abuse from people is no fun.

On top of that, because it is often simple work and companies want to spend as little money as possible on this part of the operation, your pay is generally shit too. But this is not where the misery stops for people who work in call centres. A low salary is only just one part of the depressing puzzle. As I said, corporations HATE spending money. So apart from paying their call centre people low wages...

Companies intentionally understaff their call centres.

Large corporations have planning departments that specialise in analysing reports that tell them how many calls are coming in and when and, consequently, how many people they would need at the very least so that these people are constantly at work and the customers have a waiting time that is just long enough to get them extra angry but not long enough to hang up and start crying or to move to a rival. So they put as little staff as possible there, which means that you are constantly talking to customers, without time to do anything else.
Think we’re there yet? Not quite! Because apart from being paid peanuts and being constantly stretched to breaking point..

Everything you do is timed to the second.
When you work in a call centre, you are basically the civilian version of an ex-convict who has one of those electronic tracker bracelets around their ankle so that the police can send over a squad car when they get too close to a school or playground or monastery or something. Working in a call centre is like that.

This starts when you come to work in the morning. Let’s say that your shift starts at 7AM (it is often shift work with strange hours, after all). So you come in at 7AM sharp, maybe even 6.59, and guess what.. you’re late.
I know it seems impossible to be qualified as ‘late’ while you’re actually early but that’s how it is.

The way they reason is that calls start coming in at 7AM and therefore you have to be entirely up and running at 7AM SHARP. It takes 2 or 3 minutes to switch on your computer and put on that annoying head set, so if you get there just before 7.. well, it will be 48 seconds after 7 before you are fully operational and that means you are late and you will get a mark on your rap sheet as a late comer. Does your bus or train connection mean that you will be in your cubicle at 7AM sharp, or maybe 7.01? Too bad, you will have to leave home half an hour or even an hour earlier to catch the earlier train.
“Yeah, but then I’ll be at work 43 minutes early!” you scream in anguish. Nobody cares, you have to be taking abuse from angry customers at 7AM sharp and how you get there is your business.


But it does not stop there, oh no. You will typically be connected to your phone by a  headset. Every time you take off your headset, you will have to explain why you do that. Need to go to the toilet? Please click on Log Off Reason 1-Toilet. Need a glass of water? Reason 2- drink.
For every possible reason there could be to take off your headset, there is a corresponding code and at the end of the week, your supervisor will receive a report stating exactly how often you went for a drink, how much time you spent on the toilet, etcetera. And yes, they will berate you for being on the toilet for more than average because when you’re taking a shit, you’re not taking calls. Which brings us to the next problem..

Your break is at a set time, and only that time.

Say your coffee break is at 9.45AM. You will have EXACTLY 15 minutes from EXACTLY 9.45. Should you happen to get a customer on the phone with a complicated problem at 9.44, you can say goodbye to most of your break and you will have to run to the coffee machine, get your coffee and be back at 10.00 exactly to get back to work. The same goes for lunch.
Had enough yet? Well, there is one more thing that makes working in a call centre horrible:

There is zero room for your own input.

As mentioned, corporations don’t want to spend any money on call centres so they make everything as simple as humanly and technically possible. This is especially true in tech-support businesses. Did you ever shout at the person you had on the phone when your Xbox wasn’t working properly, because he or she asked you to check if the machine was plugged in? And then next they asked you to check if the other end of the cable was actually in your Xbox? Yeah, I know you shouted. Ofcourse, everybody would because that is the dumbest question ever. Ofcourse you checked that, do you think I’m stupid, you little shit?
The problem is, that is the only thing they are ALLOWED to say as per company instructions. I once spoke someone who worked in tech support for Playstation and they basically have a big flow chart on their screen and all they do is walk through it, over and over and over again and they hate it. But if they do anything else, they will be punished by their supervisor for not following that flow chart. The flow chart is put in place by the company because that makes it simple. And if it’s simple, it’s cheaper in the end, even if they do have to ask those 2 ‘is it plugged in?’ questions every time. The guy I talked to got an official warning for skipping those plug questions because they are ridiculous but they’re policy so you have to do it.

Ofcourse, people are now thinking that if the work is not exactly difficult, it should be easy to get into management. Well, think twice, because if you are a supervisor or team leader in a call centre, almost everybody hates you just as much. Your disciples think you’re an ass for enforcing all those strict and unbendable bullshit rules, but the higher ups in the management hierarchy think you’re a dope because your staff doesn’t listen to you and constantly break the rules.

So here you have it.. your pay is low, you’re under constant stress, nearly everybody shouts at you, you’re being monitored in every step you take and your work is braindead without room for personal input.
Nice, isn’t it? It is because of this, that..
Sickness and personnel turnover in call centres are exceptionally high.
About 3 times as high as they are in other businesses like Accounting or IT or HR. It’s not surprising. If you work on an interesting project or have some important accounting reports to finish for a big client, you will go to work even if you’re not feeling 100%. If you wake up, feel a bit under the weather and you know you will have to take  8 hours of shouting in your ears, it is easy to call in sick, pull the pillow over your head and dream about tropical beaches and drinks served in coconuts. This happens often.

There are companies that try to battle the high sickness rates in call centres by using a controversial method called the Bradford Score. The way it works is this: You take the number of sick days, multiply this by the number of occurrences and then multiply it by the number of occurrences again. So say, you’re sick for 2 days, then your score will be 2x1x1=2 points. Then your sick again for 2 days, so your total score will be 4(2+2)x2x2=16 and so on. The company then sets trigger scores and if you cross certain tresholds, you get either a formal warning, an offical warning, a disciplinary hearing and so on. Supporters of this system always claim that it has been proven to help battle sickness.

My personal opinion is that you don’t really battle sickness this way, but merely set up measures that are so draconian that people will come to work even if they are sick and you spend valuable time on endless disciplinary meetings. It’s like telling your children not to eat candy just before dinner, and to enforce this you install a booby trap gun in the candy cabinet that shoots them in the shoulder if they open it. Yes, they probably will eventually do what they’re told but not because you have taught them why. And because of that...

Company loyalty is non-existent.

As we have established in the previous pages, working in a call centre sucks. This is why personnel turnover is so high. Sure, if you leave this job to take up your next call centre job, it will suck again. But at least they pay you 100 dollars more per month. Especially in places where many call centres are clustered together, like Barcelona or Prague or, yes, Dublin, people change jobs constantly, going to whoever pays that little bit more. They really don’t care if they’re talking to customers about cable tv or game consoles or electric kettles. After a while it’s all the same.

I know there’s probably people out there who work in a call centre and enjoy it. Maybe they work for one of those rare companies that do give a shit about their call centre workers. Or maybe they have a deep affinity with the product they’re talking about, like the girl I met who works in the call centre for Hilton Hotels and loved being part of something exclusive and glamorous. Maybe there are other reasons that I don’t see, but in general it is like I described above.


So, to round off, get in your car and drive over to Ronald Katz’s house and do what comes naturally.
I am going to do what I have been putting off while writing this story: call my phone company to pay a bill.

Cheers

Lennard

Viva Las Vegas Part III

The public transport system in Vegas is pretty straightforward. If you stick to the tourist areas downtown and on the Strip, you only need to remember one busline:The Deuce.                                

The Deuce performs a neverending loop, starting next to the Heartattack Grill in Downtown Las Vegas and then down the Strip, stopping at every major casino until it reaches Mandalay Bay at the Southernmost point of the Strip, next to the airport. It does, however, not go TO the airport and a lot of people misjudge this part and argue that if they are next to the airport, they can walk the last bit. Don’t fall for this. Airports are big operations, especially busy ones like McCarran, and being next to it is in no way a guarantee that you are anywhere near the entrance. Many people find that walking the mile or so around the airport to get to the departures building is quite a tasking enterprise, especially in the desert sun and carrying suitcases. So save yourself the hassle (and sunburn) and spend 10 dollars on a taxi from the Strip.  

The Deuce operates a hop on-hop off ticketing system and for $9 you can use it the whole day. Operating parallel to The Deuce on the Strip itself is the Las Vegas Monorail, which has stops at most major casinos. This service is slightly more expensive but will get you from one casino to the next very fast. If, like me, you love walking, you can just take the Deuce and walk from one place to the next. 

 

I got off the bus at Treasure Island, a massive red building at the start of the Centre Strip. I walked around the outside of the building for a while to check out the surroundings and had a look in some of the shops. As I like gambling and drinking much more than shopping, I gave up on the mall after 5 minutes and went into the casino. One of the great things about the big casinos in Vegas is the diversity that you encounter, not just from one casino to the next, but even within the same casino.  The Bellagio for example, has 19 restaurants. Five of them are categorized as ‘Fine dining’ and 2 of these have a Five Diamonds designation, which is the American equivalent of having 3 Michelin stars. Only about 150 restaurants in the whole of the USA currently hold the Five Diamond award, and 2 of them are in 1 casino here in Las Vegas. That’s impressive. I can fill another page with amazing stats like these, but take it from me, everything in Vegas is done to a degree that would be impossible in any normal city.

This diversity became apparent immediately when I walked into Treasure Island. There was a huge gaming floor straight ahead, which had 3 or 4 bars, 2 restaurants and a huge lobby which offered access to the elevators and the hotel rooms. There was one of those “You are here” maps and a list of possible diversions you could jump in to. I noticed “Sports Book” on one of the arrows, so I followed it down an escalator and arrived in a subterranean wonder world. Ahead of me was another casino. Though it was slightly smaller in scale than the one above, it was still big enough to get lost in. To my right was a seafood restaurant that would seat at least a 100 people and was still in the process of getting ready for the lunch shift. I wandered over to the bar, ordered a pint from a gorgeous girl and walked towards the room that had Sports Book written above the door. It was, ofcourse, HUGE. The sportsbar I always drink in here in Dublin has 2 BIG screens, with a diameter of about 25 foot. Here, they had 8 of those and they were surrounded by countless smaller ones (small being 60” flatscreens in this case).


                                                               Like this.

As it was Sunday afternoon, everybody was getting ready for the day’s NFL action. Every seat in the place was taken, people were franctically checking odds and form guides, while a dozen tellers were taking bets non-stop and hardly had time to shove the piles of cash in the registers before the next gambler presented himself, eager to get rid of a week’s salary. All the while, a platoon of waitresses darted around the room with trays full of beers and cocktails, to make sure every punter was kept appropriately intoxicated. I went to one of the tellers and placed a laughably puny $5 bet on a horse race that was about to start. I picked a horse with a funny sounding name on the account that I know next to nothing about horse racing and this is my system for picking winning horses. I found that with every bet of $5 and up, you received a voucher for a free drink from one of the waitresses.

         Free beer tastes better!


I ordered a Corona off one of the girls and stood beside a row of seats that had little screens in front of them with odds and race commentary. The guys in these seats were clearly professionals. They sat hunched over racing papers and were constantly scanning the screens in front of them for race information. Not only did they have a waitress bring them drinks, they also had a runner to walk their betting slips to and from the tellers. This is not uncommon among serious gamblers. In Ireland, in pubs where the clientele are heavy into gambling, there is often a local who runs betting slips up and down to the nearest bookie. This person is often paid in pints, which leads to a scenario where everybody wins as the gamblers don’t have to leave the pub and can focus on the races, while the runner secures a steady stream of free beer.

I watched the machinations of this system for a couple of minutes until the race I had bet on started. My system worked yet again, and my horse came in first, so I headed over to the teller to collect my winnings. I focused on the NFL games after that, and ordered a new beer from a waitress. When she returned, she informed me that I needed a Free Drink voucher to acquire a new drink. I realised I did not have one, but before I could offer the waitress to pay in cash, a noisy guy from Pittsburg who was standing next to me handed me a couple of vouchers and told me that he had so many that I could have these and if I wanted more I just had to tell him. I thanked him for the beer and spent some more time watching NFL in the subterranean betting den. While the possibility of watching NFL games in a normal afternoon time slot, rather than late at night as we have it in Ireland, was rather tempting, I decided against spending hours and hours indoors in the first casino I walked in to, and after saying goodbye to my new friend from Pittsburg, I downed the last of my Corona and went outside to get some sun.

You don’t get to go on holiday in the middle of a dessert that often, so you might as well enjoy the sun while you’re there. I walked across the Strip via an elevated footbridge and again looked out over the mayhem. It looked like some bigger force had crashed the world’s biggest bachelor party into the New Orleans mardi grass parade. There were throngs of people everywhere, lots of them in special outfits, and every single one of them had a drink in their hand. I took a sip from the cup of beer I had picked up at a bar outside one of the casinos and made my way down the Strip.

                    
                           Evil Sith Lords need their holidays too, you see.


After being harassed by Darth Vader and a Stormtrooper who wanted 5 dollar for a photo op, I decided that I would not make any plans and just see where the vibe took me. I walked into several casinos, just to have a look around, and every time I put a dollar in a slot machine, a waitress would appear from out of nowhere and stick another bottle of Corona in my hand in exchange for a small tip.  My love for Las Vegas was growing by the hour and even though this was only my second full day here, this neverending party already ranked seriously high on my list of best holidays ever. I walked into Harrah’s and got a $1 bottle of beer. Okay, I had 2. And another one after that. I had my mandatory “Celtic jersey on tour” picture taken in front of the Mirage, a great photo that had its focus slightly distracted by the presence of a huge picture on the side of the building. It was a  picture of The Beatles because they were playing there that night.  Nothing in Vegas really surprises you anymore after 2 days.  It amazes you all the more.

Caesar’s Palace is such a huge place that it defies belief. It has a 5000 seater theatre called The Colloseum which, ofcourse, is built as a replica of the actual Colloseum in Rome. It has a dozen restaurants and a shopping mall that would be an impressive mega mall if it stood on its own. Here it’s an add-on to a hotel. It is a serious walk past the whole complex that will take the better part of 10 minutes so I ordered a new beer from another roadside stand. Dessert air is dry, and you need to keep yourself hydrated at all times.

I continued past the Bellagio and its magnificent lake which, like everything in Las Vegas, was especially created from scratch for added entertainment value. The water is as green as the Adriatic Sea and the Bellagio building is so grand that you might forgive yourself for thinking you are somewhere near the Mediterranean rather than in a dessert. 

I had a fantastic time, strolling from one bar to the next and from casino to casino. I passed all the legendary names that you know from tv and movies. I crossed over to Planet Hollywood, sat down in the sun at an outdoor bar and watched some more NFL. Life was good. Between pints of PBR, I looked back up the Strip and noticed that the Colloseum isn’t the only landmark that has been rebuilt in Las Vegas. I was now looking at a 540 foot replica of the Eiffel Tower that stands in front of the Paris Las Vegas casino. Next to it was a huge Montgolfier balloon which stood in front of an almost-lifesize copy of the Arc de Triomphe. It is another ridiculously huge development, and it is made all the crazier if you consider that they originally planned to build the replica Eiffel tower as big as the real one in Paris. The reason why this did not happen? Paris Las Vegas is too close to the airport and a full size tower would interfere with the flightpath of the incoming planes. You really can’t make this stuff up.

I walked around a bit more and while darkness started to set in, I decided to start making my way back North towards the Stratosphere. There was still a bit of Strip to explore further South, but that could wait. There is so much to see in every single casino that if you take in too many in one day, you don’t register everything that is there, which would be a shame because it is all so awesome and over the top that you really don’t want to miss anything. I spent another hour or so playing slotmachines and drinking and then jumped on The Deuce and got off at the Stratosphere. I got some pizza and played a couple of games of bottle cap poker at Dino’s. In the distance, the glimmering light of downtown Las Vegas continued their neverending siren call to the gamblers. I was too tired to walk over there after another 12+ hour drinking session. Downtown could wait until tomorrow.