First date, post-divorce.

Playing blackjack on Fremont Street right now. The good life.

Going to go meet Musberger at the South Point this afternoon. Even she's excited for that - so much so that she's insisting on wearing something revealing to try and see if he will say something inappropriate. (I told him about Musberger's phasing out from the comments about Katherine Webb.)

That's the least I can do for a sportscaster I admire.

 

Have you proposed yet? She's a damn unicorn.

 

That exact trip? Not that there's anything wrong with that...

 

Well... We're going down there in a bit. Sitting here at the Westgate book with Wyoming -3 and over 44 so life is grand.

@Neutral Corner, FU and your UAB Blazers and 6.5.

Going to eat that cheap hot dog at the South Point while we meet Brent. She asked if she could give him a big hug to try and make him blush.

"Mind if I make it 'tits first '? He'll like that."

I told her to go for it but to remember to say "you're looking live" as she goes in to embrace him.

This is deliciously fun.

 

Would a threesome with Brent Musburger top a Royals championship as the most amazing, improbable thing to happen to ex this century?

 

Sigh... my new life.

Off to the South Point.

 

Too much meat in the stew.

 

Yeah, but whose stew? Shroomburger?

 

Musberger loved the hug. He may have slipped into Al Franken territory for a nanosecond.

She got his attention by pressing her boobs against the glass case that surrounds the VSIN booth. She's wise.