The Chief is Dead, Long Live the Chief

Well, I guess that we don't get to have our organized celebration of racism during halftime anymore. Which, makes me sad. Because I'm nothing if not overtly racist. Oh well. Actually, over the years, I've become more and more "Chief-Indifferent." I guess that I don't really care about whether or not we have a white dude dancing around in an Indian costume. When I first got to college back when Lewis & Clark first set off for the American west, I thought that I would be a chief supporter for the rest of my life. But over the years, my stance has softened. I mean, it's cool and all that we had tradition. But what I don't like is to hear people bitching. Particularly dumb people, who tend to be the loudest. I think that if it'll shut dumb people up, then killing off the Chief is something that I'm okay with.

Besides. They really should have sent the Chief to a tanning booth. All I could think about whenever I saw the Chief was, "God, this guy is so white." Seriously. If you ever paid attention to the Chief's feet, you couldn't help but laugh.

But, I still think that it would be sweet for students to dress up like the Indians and run around Assembly Hall with the cheerleaders during the first TV timeout of the 2nd half. Or better yet, not even dress up like the Chief, but like Native Americans in the modern day, which tends to hvae a lot of denim and shirts bearing alcohol/tobacco logos and something with turquoise, from what I've seen from the casinos (which is the extent of my knowledge about Native Americans). That would be sweet.

Maybe our new mascot can be a cowboy.

Anyway, back in Vegas, after driving all around Cali. Incredible terrain out there. I'm envious. And ready to move out west. Last night, it because Vegas 2, Chairman 0. More incredible ways to lose hands on the river. Let's just say that I got coolered on a couple big hands, and the river brutalized me. Oh well. Back at it tonight, in all likelihood. Because I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I'll settle it down and play in some sit'n'go's, which I'm more familiar with. We'll see.

Overall, I'm not sure if I like Vegas. Don't get me wrong. I love gambling. But I'm not sure about everything else. I'm not into shows - no need for me to go see Cirque, Wayne Newton, or Celine Dion. There some really high-end food, but most everything else is so-so. I don't buy into paying heavy cover charges for clubs. I don't pay for sex. And I'm not really into neon lights. But, damn, if I don't love gambling. Maybe it's a wash :-)

Well, I'm ostensibly here for a conference. Have a reception tonight, and some sessions to hit tomorrow and Saturday. And I'm sure that I'll find something interesting to do in between.

-Chairman