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...Vegas. I'm in Connecticut--heading toward Uncasville, home of the Mohegan Tribal Nation, to be exact. The pale halo I see is the reflection of my own headlights in the enveloping fog. It is 12:45 a.m. on Sunday morning. I have been driving since 10:30 p.m. Saturday. I turn off of I-95, onto Route 2A, southeastern Connecticut's very own boulevard of broken dreams, and then onto Mohegan Sun Boulevard, pipeline to the gaming phenomenon known as Mohegan Sun. After three tries driving up and down the strip, I finally find where I should...
...retrace my steps to the car, and then retrace my path to Route 2A. The road between Mohegan Sun and Foxwoods is both treacherous and well-traveled at 3:40 am. Fog masks the curves in the road, which I can only presume are quite sharp in places. Those who haven't left the casinos by this time of morning have only one reason to be on the road: to get to the other casino. Trying not to tempt the road rage of the either drunk or disgruntled drivers behind me on the two-lane road, I keep the speedo...
...underneath his six. This will give him 16, which he'll have to hit, according to house rules. He'll bust and we'll all win some money. But somehow the situation isn't quite so clear to me. It's 7 a.m. now and I'm in a fog as thick as the one I drove through to get here. I take a hit. The table collectively asks me what the fuck I'm doing, but before I catch on, I've already caught a 10 from Tony. I've busted. He flips a 10 from under...
...soon learned that maybe I should have stayed outside. The stink of cheap cologne, and I mean really cheap, was combined with a heavy alcoholic stench that hung over the room in such a thick fog that I had trouble breathing. Men were shouting all over the place, as the doors were late in opening. Even the Salvation Army Man had earphones on. I decided to check our tickets and see where we were sitting. First row, floor. I looked at Nate. He was practically giggling with glee, managing to sputter "five-feet from the ring!" I told him that...
...Chechen forces are reported to have broken through Russian lines and reoccupied a number of villages to the southwest of the city. That may be a sign that Chechnya's brutal winter conditions are hampering Russian battle plans by ruling out effective air and artillery strikes, and providing dense fog through which the Chechen fighters are able to maneuver...