We took the dogs for a walk the other day and we saw a cab parked on the street. The body was ok, but the tires were balder than Mr. Clean's head. It made me think back a few years ago when I was in Vegas. It was the Stanley cup play offs and I wanted to watch it on a nice big screen tv. Babs ditched me for a nap, but Spaz and Melissa said they were game. Spaz had pulled up some info on the Imperial Palace that was suppose to have "hockey night", so off we went. We walk in and can tell immediatly, this was not going to fly. The hockey night parties were over because it was the play offs. Um.......it's STILL hockey! So we turn right back around and leave. The porter hails us a cab and as this thing pulls forward, I'm getting nervous. The body of the car had many dents, it was dirty and the muffler was loud. A curseory glance inside makes me shudder........
I'm wearing my Detroit Redwings jersey with my boy Shanny's number on it. The cabby glances at me and in a thick Russian accent says:

"Don't you like my commrades?"

And like a bat out of hell, he takes off. This guy took every back street and even through a construction site to get us to the ESPN Zone to watch the game. All the while we are talking about the Russian players for Detroit. Then the cabbie starts saying how Federov had married a WHHHHHOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRR" (Ah hell, you had to be there to get the full flavor of the word "whore" with a thick Russian accent). Over and over, he kept saying how Ana was a whore and how could Federov marry her. She was blonde and skinny........Mr. Russian cabbie liked his women with dark hair and curves (as he eyeballs me in the rear view mirror). All the while Spaz & Melissa are laughing like hyenas. We get to the ESPN Zone with time to spare. It was the most memorable ride I've ever had (in a car that is).