Official SJ.com Las Vegas gathering, April 1-April 3, 2007

All right, fools. I'm off. Berdoo and Barstow and Baker ... then Sin City. No red convertible, but it'll have to do.

If I don't make it back alive after the weekend ... well, just wait longer. 8)

 

Have a good trip, guys. See you Sunday afternoon. Cadet promised me she'd wear an SportsJournalists.com thong on her head so I could recognize her.

Well, I asked her to, but I don't think it's gonna happen.

 

Just remember two things Buck: 1. Watch out for the bats. 2. There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge.

ENJOY!

 

Alas, kids, I'll be absent from Vegas. Work duty calls, as I had feared. I am sad about this.

Please pour one out for me. Or at least put back a round of shots in my name.

And somebody look after my darling Joe.

Now I cry.

 

Darling Joe is in Denver as we speak, waiting for his plane to de-ice. But joe is drinking, so he is happy.

 

The order is Baker, Barstow and Berdoo. Why I felt the need to correct that I'll never know.

 

When I return, Clever, the order will be Baker, Barstow, Berdoo. Today, the order is Berdoo, Barstow, Baker.

 

Touche, sir, touche. I did not think of that. Apologies or something.

 

Were you driving while posting this from your phone?

 

Yep. I was then sitting in gridlock on the Strip. Now I'm at the airport about to pick up Darling Joe.

 

Will the drinking commence soon?

 

I expect lots of posts out of you all. And a Phoenix-like disappearance from at least one member of the party.