Super Bowl Weekend: The Notorious Vegas Recap
First off, I would like to apologize for taking so long to write my recap of Super Bowl weekend in Las Vegas, but I can now say that I have fully recovered from the trip. This blog will highlight the trip that I won from Profanity Sports and while it may seem like I am blabbering on and on, there are a few good parts so if you get bored just scroll down a bit. Before I start, let me set the scene:
Cast: Myself, my lovely fiancée, 3 of my buddies, and 2 of their girls
Location: Las Vegas Strip, Trump Hotel
Date: Super Bowl Weekend
Act I – VIP Baby
Vegas here we come! It was finally time to go to Vegas but I still couldn’t believe that the trip was real; I kept waiting for something to go wrong and when we went to print our boarding passes I thought for sure it was going to pop up and say “You’ve been punked idiot, you’re not going to Vegas.” But sure enough the boarding passes printed and we boarded our flight Vegas.
Before this trip, I had never been any kind of VIP before, so this trip was a whole new experience for us. When we got off the plane we went to get our bags and sure enough we had a driver waiting for us holding up a sign with my name on it. Are you for real? I’ve hit the big time now! I was tempted to ask the dude if I could keep the sign but VIP’s are too cool to do something like that.
So we made our way to the hotel and our driver was from Jersey so he told us to bet on the Giants (should have listened). When we got to the Trump Hotel there was a big line waiting to check-in, but shoot I’m VIP, excuse me please. While everyone was stuck standing in line, we got our own private check in room with waters and couches. Still couldn’t believe how crazy this was. We got our room keys and headed up to our 2-bedroom penthouse suite, yeah you heard that right, Profanity Sports hooked us up!
After being in awe of the room, we all tried to do our best Frank the Tank impersonations by drinking as much as we could. A gallon of crown later and we were ready to roll. We were literally ready to roll because the craps tables were calling our name. I don’t remember much from that night; in fact I don’t remember gambling at all even though we were out until 7 AM. I was woken up by my friend’s wife trying to find the bathroom. I somehow ended up passing out in a closet with tile floor. I had a two bedroom penthouse suite with some of the nicest beds I’ve ever seen and I passed out in a closet.
Act II – Rack City
I thought I lost all my money gambling the night before, but luckily my girl kept stealing my chips when we were gambling so I somehow ended up ahead for the night. While that was good, you wouldn’t’ believe the type of hangover we all had that next morning, but what better way to get rid of a hangover then to start drinking again. We took another shot of crown and then we heard a knock on the door and it was Shaun from Profanity Sports. Not only did had they already paid for this amazing trip, but he showed up with a gallon of pretty nice Vodka. Shot time again and by this point my hangover was slowly going away.
The Trump Hotel is right next to a huge mall, so the girls talked us into going and I learned a very important lesson that day. I will call this Lesson #1: Don’t give your girl/wife a lot of money and tell her she can spend it all and then expect a different result. I was actually very impressed with her math skills. I told her she could spend $250 and by golly she did it. She bought a bunch of items from one store and the grand total with tax came to just over $249.
We were at the Nike Store in Caeser’s Palace (pretty sure it was the real Caeser’s Palace), when our trip took a turn for the better. Keep in mind that we were all feeling pretty good. We saw Tyga in the store and we were all thinking it was pretty cool to see him, especially since we were just listening to “Rack City.” All the sudden my buddy Danny, who thought Tyga’s song was “Back City,” gets up and starts walking toward him.
He gets up there and Tyga doesn’t even look at him, but Danny puts up his hand for a high five and says something to him. One second, two seconds, three seconds, Tyga still hasn’t even acknowledged Danny so what else is he supposed to do? Danny kind of slaps Tyga’s arm and turns around and walks back. One of the funniest moments ever, I think we laughed about that for a few straight hours. And the best part was that our official Vegas anthem was born, “Rack City.” We listened to that song on repeat the rest of the trip.
Act III – Super Bowl
After another long night of drinking and gambling, we woke up and our friend wasn’t in great shape. I guess after drinking red bull and vodka’s all day combined with shots of vodka and a five hour energy, something is probably wrong. We ended up having to take him to the emergency room, but don’t worry he was ok. After a couple days he was back to normal.
So our friend was in the ER and we were down a man and once again hung over. You know it’s bad when all you can manage to drink is Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Well give us a little credit; it was Mike’s Harder Lemonade. We somehow ended up at another mall where I learned another lesson. Lesson #2: Don’t go to the mall with your girl/wife when you are drunk. I just couldn’t tell her no, she made everything seem like such a good price.
It was finally time to make our Super Bowl bet and we still didn’t know who we were going to bet on. We went to the sportsbook at Planet Hollywood and the line to make bets was out to the middle of the casino. So we got in line and started talking to everyone about what they were going to bet on. The guy right behind us said that his biggest bet was $400 that there would be no safety during the game. No safety? That’s an easy bet, he had that one in the bag we told him.
We were still drinking the whole time while waiting in line and we decided to split up the bet making so we wouldn’t forget. We decided to bet on the Patriots, the Patriots under, and a prop bet. I was in charge of making a prop bet for all of us and I figured I would just bet on the heads or tails but when I got up there she said there was no heads or tails bet. So after getting chewed out by the sportsbook lady for not knowing what I wanted to bet on, I picked a random number from the prop sheet and walked away not believing that I bet everyone’s money on the first score to be a field goal or a safety.
Turns out that was the only bet that we won thanks to that safety. While it was good for us, I’m sure the guy behind us in the line wasn’t too happy about it though. We watched the first half of the game at the craps table and decided to head back to the room to watch the rest. As if there weren’t enough funny stories already, my fiancée somehow fell down the escalator. None of us are sure how it happened but I turned around just in time to pick her up before her hair got caught in the end of it.
Act IIII – Going Home Empty Handed
It was finally time to head home. Rack City was still playing in the background and we were all so tired that not many words were said the last day. After a great trip, I was ready to head home and recover, but when we got to the airport I realized that I lost my phone. Oh great, I checked my pockets and all I had was my camera. I figured oh well at least I still have my camera. Then after the flight we finally got home and now my camera was gone. I have no idea how I lost them, but I managed to lose my phone and camera on the day when I was the most sober. An amazing trip, but I literally went home empty handed.
I just want to say thanks to Profanity Sports for offering the amazing contest that won me and my friends a trip to Vegas. They really took care of us out there so make sure to check out Profanity Sports. They have a great site with some great promotions and are starting an NBA contest where you can win a trip to the ESPY’s. Make sure to sign up and I will see you in the contest!