TH9

landed. pretty airport with slots. send sam and co. to a foreign location straight out of a horror movie. the green light one mile away. the grand sierra resort. check in. count them: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 - first time ever. watch the last seconds of the warrior game. baron blows kisses. learn parlay. pick up a cake. pick up chili cheese fries. happy birthday clownman. good call on the gummy bears. tired taboo. "he's british and gay. really gay." watch the warriors - again. sleep. must rest. wake up. we're lagging. jon puts money down on the niners. mcd's. i should have grabbed coffee. mickey mantle. mike miller. mark madsen. MIKEY MOORE. parking lot I. get lift tickets. heavenly is heavenly with all its high tech gadgets and gizmos. snowboarding like crazy. everyone is doing backflips and grinds. anson is the only one on skis. hot chili cheese fries and gatorade. meet up with the newly trained, deadly assassins. head out to slopes together. lots of pictures. lots of leg cramping. eve and norman attempt to ski and snowboard together. we all board home. everyone is exhausted. shower. niners win. sharpie tattoo. everyone goes to silver legacy. flavors! the buffet. rice and beef. lobster tool. six plates? seven plates? eight plates? jeremy plates. eve peels norman's shrimp. circus circus for two hours. games include: chicken into pots, balls into mouths (very inappropriately), horses to the finish, rings onto bottles, jeremy nervously magnet fishing. to be continued.

i left to find water. more games. norman went to play roulette. won. wait unless that was tim. tim and frances run away somewhere but we find them.. walking out i remember seeing a very busy bar to our left.. tons of people dressed as santas. i bet there was lots of hooking up. i have the bad case of the hiccups. head back to the hotel. lay in the room and play big two on my stomache. then people played speed. and heart attack. which hurt. head downstairs to a casino full of smoke. roulette. blackjack. everyone is whooping the dealer. i go down in roulette. jon wins on his warrior bet. i should have played vernon davis. i head back upstairs at 2am. i am too sick. to be continued.

i'm going to wrap this us: wake up. pack up. i check my baggage at the front desk. i print out my boarding pass. watch football. brunch/lunch downstairs. we wanted to leave at 3. we don't leave until 5. more gambling. jeremy puts out and tips the "hot" dealer. 50 cent real roulette. random video roulette. guys lose in parlay. stupid steelers. goodbyes/pictures by all the statues/hugs/ last time to make out with th9. i watch the rest of the philly SD game. i check out the bowling alley. i get to the airport at 630. flight is delayed until forever. i try finishing the book propoganda. i make it back to portland around 11.

the ad game vs. the nba game

i think my industry is a lot like playing professional ball. high turnover each year, a fraternity where everyone knows everyone, good and bad teams to play on - depending on how much you want to make, and a high probability to become washed up when you're 40.

there are the kobes (clutch players who you depend on), the chris pauls (rising creatives), the marions (multi-talented in all disciplines), the john stocktons (lifers who stay at one agency), the jim jacksons (cannot find stability - 12 agencies and counting), and the chris andersens (got fired for sucking - and taking drugs). lots of players have egos and want to own their own team (joe johnson could have his name on the door), and some players just want to pay their mortgage and will get the job done when they have to (steve kerr 2001-2003).

and each year there are awards handed out to MVPs, the best GMs, and the agency of the year gets a Clio award - its like the Larry O'Brien Championship trophy.

and because of this, i think agencies should pay 5 year $60 million contracts to retain the best talent. everyone wants that Clio.

could you ditch facebook if you were famous?

I bet the internet is no fun for celebrities or pro athletes.. i figure everyone would be bombing you with friend requests or trying to hack into your sidekick. you couldn't play a good game of scrabulous. or world of warcraft. even if you disguised yourself, wikipedia will call you out.

heisman trophy winner. 20 years old. as sophisticated as 1993.

Tim Tebow:
There are a lot of people who act like they're me on Facebook and try to talk to people. I've had people tell me they were going on dates with me because of Facebook, and I don't even have a Facebook account. People come up to me and say, "Hey, thanks for having me as a friend on Facebook." I don't even have Facebook. And you do have the different people that sometimes will follow you from class to class. Some are weird. I wouldn't say they're stalkers, but they're definitely a little over-interested. You'll just take a picture just walking to class. Then they'll put it on Facebook or do whatever with it and just say whatever they want with it. So that's why you try to be really careful about what kind of pictures you're taking. Could this be seen as a bad picture? It really makes you be careful about the situations you put yourself in.

SI.com: So that's not your profile on Facebook with 5,000 or so friends?

Tebow: It's not, and that's what everyone says. "Man, it has to be yours." A lot of people are friends with this person, whoever it is.