Mark Barrington traveled to Las Vegas to see the Spurs play in the NBA Summer League. Due to some poor planning and overall weirdness, it didn't work out quite the way he planned it. But lessons were learned and Spurs were seen.
It was somewhere between noon and 1pm as I trudged through a hot, windy Saturday Las Vegas afternoon. I had left the Hard Rock with my camera and notebook, figuring I could easily handle an eight tenths of a mile hike. But I had gotten just one hour of sleep in the last 30, I felt woozy, and I was starting to think I was lost.