What to say.

Last night I got back from almost a week in Sin City. I've been pondering what exactly to say about my trip, what story I can tell, what thought I can share.

And I'm just not sure.

I have stories...believe me. I have a great many thoughts.

But I don't know how to sum it all up. It doesn't help that I am still exhausted. Perhaps if it weren't for the game of putt putt golf I played at lunch I might have enough energy.

Let me start by saying I got to see some amazing wrestling. Upsets. Surprises. Peoples dreams coming true. That said, it was also hard to watch those who fell short, and there were many more losers than there were winners.

The sixteen athletes we will send to Beijing to take part in Greco-Roman, men's freestyle and women's freestyle are not 16 that anyone would have predicted. Some of them, but definitely not all. I think that's the exciting thing about sport. Even though there are favorites, there are those that the rise to the top more than those they compete against, there is always the chance of upset, of the underdog.

Not surprisingly, my trip also involved a lack of sleep. The combination of long working days, and wanting to have some fun as well, added up. But I figure if I sleep for the next day or so, I will be completely caught up. Oh wait, I still have to work.

And, wow, is Sin City expensive. Everything...cabs, drinks, food, hotel, shows...all of it. If I hadn't been going for work, I would be coming home a beggar. That was with me coming close to breaking even in the casino(s).

Now, after two trips in the past two months, I'm ready to take a break from Sin City. It was interesting, fun, entertaining and more, but at the same time, the city is incredibly draining. In more ways than one.

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