Ok, so the NRL are opening their season in Las Vegas.
Glamourous, brash, glitzy, tasteless.
All show, no substance.
A heaving pit of destitute and broken humans, the odour of loss overcome by the dense and mesmerising stench of money.
Remember, Vegas wasn’t built on winners, it's the epitome of the American nightmare, pipe dreams of wealth and achievement based on blind faith in the devastatingly cruel hand of lady luck.
A mirage of prosperity built on the backs of gangsters, losers, alcohol, drugs and shattered dreams.
What a place to try and gain traction for rugby league.
Peter V'landys, Anthony Abdo and the like obviously want a slice of that platinum pie, possibly the whole dish and believe the golden-paved boulevards of sin city are the right route to travel on.
Tapping into the morally corrupt world of sports betting looks to be the modus operandi of the NRL, which s