By John J. Raspanti: The timing was perfect.
My wife and I were in Las Vegas on vacation. She liked to gamble. I could take it or leave it. Mostly leave it.
There were two fighters training in Sin City that weekend. I liked one quite a bit. The other, in my opinion, was a showoff.
We did the “tourist” thing for a day and returned to our room at the Flamingo Hotel.
The Flamingo was fun. It was old and gaudy and loaded with reminders of its notorious history. Old-time gangster Ben “D