Stinky Ink

I was in Vegas over the weekend for the Adidas Super64 High School Basketball Tournament. The best 64 players in the country meet in a 64 team NCAA-type tournament. I saw some amazing kids. But also as you might expect watching high school ball, I saw a lot of sloppy play.

I suppose that's why all the top college coaches were here scouting; hoping to shape one of the diamond-in- the-rough players and teach him the fundamentals about pacing, team play and overall basketball intelligence.

While we're on the topic of intelligence, take a look at the man's leg and pay particular attention to the spiky-haired cartoon character tattooed on the side of his calf.  Now I've seen stinky ink. But rarely anything so poorly drawn. If I didn't know better, I'd say the tattoo artist had a hook for an arm.

My daughter draws better than this. When she was 3 years old.

I snapped this shot while waiting for my plane at the Southwest Terminal. I'm getting better at taking surreptitious photos. But this was especially difficult, particular when Dan (the account guy I was traveling with) and I were fascinated by a young woman seated behind us, an outrageously-endowed  blonde/stripper/escort dressed in see through sheer nylon. Apparently on her way back to Vegas after visiting a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon who was offering four implants for the price of two.

Sorry, I didn't snap a picture of her.
But hey, you're on the Internet, if you're interested in that kind of thing I'm sure you'll be able to find it.