Well, at the very least, we can let that be a lesson. It's just that the student isn't the anxiously optimistic goal horn operator with the itchy trigger finger, but rather the Vegas' virgin that thought Sin City was just going to sit silently still as he finished a sentence that started "after video review, the puck was in the net before the net came off...". Damn near everyone with a two mile radius of that arena is just looking for any old reason to get loud and enthusiastic in either figuratively or literally dropping their drawers, and this referee is out there burying the lede like an audience that's high off oxygenated casino air and drunk off desire has any intention of listening past it? I don't want to make it seem like I don't appreciate the full disclosure of a detailed description, but save that shit for a building that isn't located in the heart of the a city whose draw is the immediate gratification or instant disappointment of flipped cards, rolled dice, and pulled levers. It's Las Vegas man. Whether the outcome be good or bad, ain't nobody got time or patience for a slow and/or misleading dealer, and that goes especially for the guy whose ability to send tens of thousands of fans into hysterics with the press of a button would make Pauly D. jealous.
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