The Journey to Las Vegas

Finally, the trip to Las Vegas is here. I couldn’t sleep last night thinking of all the things that potentially could happen. But how can I enjoy it when I still have to go to the airport?

I don’t think there’s anything worse in this world than traveling. It’s an absolute disaster. The first issue is it’s a full day process. You have to leave two or more hours before your flight even takes off in order to make it through security and checking your bag. And then, as soon as you step foot on airport grounds, your entire mood shifts. Like everyone else in the building, you’re just mad. Not for a specific reason but just because everybody knows the process of traveling is bullshit. People give you nasty looks and you give them back because you know you’re about to step into the ring of fire. Even the workers hate their lives. That’s why they bark at you to take your shoes off every 10 seconds. I mean, they’ve to let out their anger on somebody right? Could you imagine being cooped up in this place all day? So next time you get annoyed about the whole shoe process, think about the guy who has to say 1,000 times a day “remember to take your shoes off”. Like we haven’t all been to the airport before and know the steps of the security line. We’re just blatantly disrespecting this guy because the airport makes even the best of us an asshole.

Maybe it’s just me but it kinda smells in airports too. It’s just thousands and thousands of people’s body odors and farts mixing together. There’s no fresh air, or really any circulation throughout so those smells just kind of ferment in this place. And how about the germs? Jesus Christ. As I’m writing this, some kid just blasted snot all over the seat. It reminded me of that scene from Bad Santa when the kid sneezes all over Billy Bob Thornton. No clean up from the parents or anything. It’s just a free for all here. And we’re expected not to get sick here? Survival of the fittest I guess.

I also love the thing Southwest does with the seats. It’s first come first serve and puts a little twist on this whole airport experience. I got on with the first group and immediately went for an aisle seat. It’s a short flight so the strategy is hop right off when we land so I can get to the hotel where the boys are waiting for me. As time went on the seat next to me stayed open. I’ll be honest, a lot of insecurities started to fill my head and that’s not good as I need to clear mind while I gamble all weekend. But sure enough, an absolute cougar came and sat next to me. You wanna talk about confidence? Tail me all week because that just fired me up. However, I did glance over while she was texting and she told some guy named “Ari” that she couldn’t wait to see him;). Interesting dynamic I’m sensing there as there was a lot of emojis being tossed around.

Truthfully, I’m kind of a negative guy (I’m just a realist). People around me say I need to be more optimistic. For me, the light at the end tunnel is phenomenal. In a matter of time I’ll be in Vegas for March Madness. I’ll be gambling my brains out and influencing my friends to make bad decisions all weekend. It doesn’t get much better than that. But for those who travel for work, I feel bad for you. You go through this shitty process every week just to sit down at a couple of business meetings. Yikes. Remember to follow along all week as Press Box Sports will be putting out content all over the place.